Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Saline solution


it was back in autumn when the leaves, they all fell down
winter was on its way, the new sheriff in the town
what to do with all the tears that widows deigned to shed?
put them in a mason jar and pour them when they're dead

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