Incarnation
My incarnations are trailing me, they want to know where i have been;i have forgotten my name in unknown regions,i heard the earth talking with nobody listening. A winged skeleton filled my pocket with candlelight,the flame exposed me at night to my dyslexic incarnation who carved his name in my chest.
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jimkeats
i should have spent my life listening to the waves......
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