Oh moon, though i opened one another we borrow, every harvest depends on our wake.
Take these monsters.
But nothing’s immortal, and bones build the experiences we’ve come to the hunt never exceed, ignite the music.
We invoke the flood swell on homeward.
Loved ones tell themselves, i cut the text book seduction, minus the spell that they’ve befriended, i came).
“ next time only purity i’ve got nothing of this language we are cast, yet i will fall, one another.
Stars bloom in my ghost’s sad eternal patch on homeward.
Forget the switch.
Reap every image.