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04.15.2003 | 6:09 pm


the wind is a siren that wanes longer/louder at a higher pitch with every passing moment with power it searches and destroys and spins every[you] into invigorating oblivion

he comes to me at night when im sleeping he comes to me when im alone he comes to me he whispers and he lies beside me naked he comes to me he shuts my eyes and he takes me home

go on drone