whalesong
A dead whale crossed the earth, guided by the dark bells in the cathedrals of gravity on fire. He passed through me on a bridge built from the ashes of a dream. I rebuilt the whale from the glass echo of his song and became his passenger journeying through the seas,a harpoon, broke us into fragments,scattering us across the seabed.
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jimkeats
i should have spent my life listening to the waves......
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