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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