Bulging black skies have sprung a leak
Now the morning’s soaked
And seeping through
To the marrow of my bones
Dawn’s slick roads
Have left me stranded
On a marshy isle;
Teeming with ghosts
Bulging black skies have sprung a leak
Now the morning’s soaked
And seeping through
To the marrow of my bones
Dawn’s slick roads
Have left me stranded
On a marshy isle;
Teeming with ghosts
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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