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i a/m shiva the death god
[Edit - my twelve-year-old brother wrote this. B, B, or V?]
that time, again when the world gets too round and spins out a dotted line three blinks long and then stare three blinks long and then stare the point is here there you are--- pull sounds in your mouth but feathers don't really rustle in the wind like they're torn wings rustle in the wind like they're torn wings castling my truths in big walls walls of i'm sorry and not so much well at least i'm alone let's drown this dog in the baptismal foaming let's drown this dog in the baptismal foaming these eyes mask worlds when they close i'll pin them open with swords we'll be spinning home then i rend souls like shiva i rend souls like shiva |
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