you cannot hide the cancer cells clean as smokestacks through the clouds inevitable as fingers on your hand (growing extra ones) there is no villa that will hide us each one is cancered over with moss the countess' coach is wrecked enroute the wolfpack builds around it scarred and scrawny growing extra ones above the trees is factory smokefrom Cyclone Fence (2007)
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Journey in the Plague Year
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