it hurts to carry
rocks
little ones
big jagged ones
tied up in a
delicate little
red silk pouch.
oh yes.
right here.
running downhill
it presses against you
cuts and grinds.
take a deep breath...
look.
its dust.
Anyone can say Something about Everything.
But nothing really matters.
it hurts to carry
rocks
little ones
big jagged ones
tied up in a
delicate little
red silk pouch.
oh yes.
right here.
running downhill
it presses against you
cuts and grinds.
take a deep breath...
look.
its dust.
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Aurorin
at
11:09 PM
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