©2022 Michael Raven
hollowman days built of straw & burning with empty cold flames sear bleedriver me sendings writhing weary to the mounds barrowpit, crypt & vacant to sleep i carry leaden that skuldcast past riven by failings held up for scornful eyes
vacant
to sleep
🤓smiles hedy
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Thanks, hedy 🙂
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