Serenade of the CranesSerenade of the CranesSerenade of the Cranes
I’m so enraged that all I can think of are cranes. Iridescent, almost an orbicular white, like fireflies gathered at the pond. Three eyes and the moon as a fishing hook, they prey upon the watery reverberations with legs as skinny as Death’s fingers. A flash! sparkle of dew— And all is still again.
It is a plethora of worms writhing in swarms by the thousands, dying by decimation and suicide. In the cold, dreary winter air, the sun shines despondently over rows of skeleton trees.
Over the m
That kinda sounds stalkerish..
Well, see you in class!
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mm..muffin!
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That babies angry........that baby needs some NABE!!!
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They are driven by a strange desire.
Unseen by the human eye.
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Thank you very much for the fave on 2004-20(the Harp)
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Jim Duvall
National Coalition for Sexual Freedom fighting for your rights to be who you are.
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