Ink Comments

Standing on the ink ribbon of a lunar eclipse - light dribbling under with the steady stream of carbon sap - waiting to be a darkling singularity, gently thrashing for extinguished guidance - politely disintegrating - clothing my melting youth in black, to disguise for al sun-set company the disapparition of their light - this girl, a shadow gypsy
again
between nothing blood infinite choices
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