ecdysiast

of the dead speak nothing unless good

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Wednesday

I drank until you weren't real
and then I drank some more. 

The eyes of the kryptonite
(nothing like you)
nothing more temporal
nothing more true 
Posted by Brynna Hall at 5:31 PM
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