godmund's words


Folded peace knows its trap. you sedat, then you sigh forever.
along the tree line
Within my clear clear cabinets
the song has filtered into idiocy,
golden toads and flawless archers
"I used to know a devil man who held the world in heat."
to try this mechanism of freedom.
With rice, sun builds cities

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