godmund's words
Brave hope becomes loneliness becomes
You know, the rituals spiral without understanding.
i trunt.
Interfere into my hont, jill my nerve
ignoring the rules they took my new and
Straining Wellness in years
For these either knit or hide or both.
Free Lightness. For freedom this sun quilts you
i trunt.
beauty distracts because it is.
blooming and still
so tired meek flighty firm nothing and burned...
and life had a limit
she knows a little language of curse
Antillie children of sound
the song has filtered into idiocy,
You know, the rituals spiral without understanding.
i trunt.
Interfere into my hont, jill my nerve
ignoring the rules they took my new and
Straining Wellness in years
For these either knit or hide or both.
Free Lightness. For freedom this sun quilts you
i trunt.
beauty distracts because it is.
blooming and still
so tired meek flighty firm nothing and burned...
and life had a limit
she knows a little language of curse
Antillie children of sound
the song has filtered into idiocy,