Mine Eyes

Sing forth the treasons, the seasons have been sung long before revolting - D minored the winter, G majored the spring… Beh, the seasons never heard these grovelling breaths, but sucked them deaf up. Give lung to the unbreathed rumors squat below the bridge, these tumors unskinned, revealed pulsing on our red, white - blue... Continue Reading →

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