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[notwalking]

Cold worlds shake from the oar.
The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes.
A snag is lifting a valedictory, pale hand;

Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls.


Alright, who wants to go first. Do your worst. I don't care.

Comments

[notwalking]

I wouldn't go that far.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

A dry apocalypse?

[notwalking]

Try revolution.

[qinglongweiji.livejournal.com]

Really? I thought that it was pertinent that someone have a hand in a revolution.

[notwalking]

Ha.