axle_of_invention
~erin. i groan
to see
what becomes
of me
when the light
of day
comes yet again.
we are all lost
in the deep
that permeates
the darkness
of hallowed thoughts
and pious acts
under the guise
of absolute distance.

we are the sowers
of the world we make. 		031021
...
. . 050126
what's it to you?
who go 		blather
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