by evanwill

misty brink of tune.
Dogs and wailing muffins.
together we eat the horizon.
but nothing can slow this burn
woke up chaos. sommer tossing your heartbeat of something
many times we see large ovens.
its impossible to be aware.
to the dream lord and cream avenues
we will return again.

Written March 30, 2016, 12:05 am
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