String Dreaming
A puppet sleep
a puppet dream
stringless stitches
on the deepest of wounds
Child of Geppetto
how do you breath?
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:36 PM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
A puppet sleep
a puppet dream
stringless stitches
on the deepest of wounds
Child of Geppetto
how do you breath?
posted by Iudex Yasha at 1:36 PM
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