Mrrf.

i hate when i try to speak and the words get caught in my throat.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

the sylph.

she's all flute and piccolo, 
lilting sounds, sweet sounds,
powder blue and stardust sounds
she's all he hears anymore
and the strings and drums
snap and rot
and their songs are painfully thin.
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