spade
surrendering himself to the nightingales tune a gravedigger sharpens his spade on the moon digging his own grave he sings mesmerised by the rapture of broken wings his dreams bleed with his hands when he turns the nightswitch off he journeys his life wastelands and leaves his final dream to pay his debt off.
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jimkeats
i should have spent my life listening to the waves......
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