Per omnia saecula saeculorum


first we break his bones




Sometimes he cries in gold

I once fainted from kneeling too long

Now I no longer wait for holes to appear inside my hands




Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2010-07-09 at 20:53

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