saturn without his son
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reblogging from my personal
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“a man of clay”
between the sirens and the sensation of bugs under my cracked, bleeding skin, i found a message. or maybe it was a warning. i found myself, prone, barely alive. i saw the world hanging from strings.
for just a moment i found your sad messiah in crossed cable wires.
laughing, softly,
i turned away
sookie
