not this time but the other
We used to wonder about the crashing noise
we'd hear some mornings.
Never a sound before or after,
no warning, no explanation.
Just this violent roar, like
buildings
It used to terrify us.
Now that it's stopped, I'm never sure I've woken up entirely.
(and the morning's all wrong)
Love,
the dead minotaur
we'd hear some mornings.
Never a sound before or after,
no warning, no explanation.
Just this violent roar, like
buildings
eating each other.
It used to terrify us.
Now that it's stopped, I'm never sure I've woken up entirely.
(and the morning's all wrong)
Love,
the dead minotaur
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