

swans.i stare up at the cracked ceiling coffee stains of blue dripping onto the sheetsswans.
that cover me from the honesty.
rub my head into the pillow
soft downy feathers of geese, swans pushing their necks
out into cold, damp darkness.
they say that animals have an instinct that tells them when storms will come i wish i had that. i wish i knew you would have come and i could have closed my eyes burrowed away flew to my nest esca
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xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
SWEEETT!!! FIRST COMMENTT!!!
Thanks for the watch dood! C:
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"To all my Lovers, Haters, and Masturbators" -Daniel Shim.
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