Notes
Some things don't pass, the injuries don't heal they merely find a place in our guts and in our bones where they fitfully rest, tossing and turning between our knuckles and ribs waiting to wake as the shadows grow long.
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1 comment on our bones like stems into the sky will forever cry victory
WickedGrace June 24, 2018
Love this playlist! Somehow fits my mood perfectly right now and I always love discovering new songs/artists, thank you.
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