Anon
02/01/2018 (Thu) 23:53:46
No.600
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>in my own head
>near the hole where hope drains out
>and fear is branded deep
>amid the death of all things
>not under law or the thoughts I had before
>only in darkness does the flower take hold
>it blooms at night
>in a valley filled with flowers unseen in the dark
It blooms at night...