Solitude

Mon, 06/27/2016 - 20:50 -- Mochse

moonscape

.

rot and genesis

come and

come

neither comfort nor

fear

follows

the fleshy pink mind

soon and

soon

full

, now

empty, black

infinite

grey and dust (return)

behold this

reality.

 

 

 

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