Mrrf.
i hate when i try to speak and the words get caught in my throat.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
the wind will slam our bodies together.
All I can think about is that one line--
"the music our collisions make."
We're a crashing, clanging, clattering, cacophonous score
rising to the ears of a dead god.
And maybe it's beautiful.
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