360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

two hundred and ninety two degrees: ‘no reasons why…’

No Words No More ~ Love and Rockets

two hundred and ninety two

leaves like lashes

veil

the shipwreck sky

~

cloud face sadness

streaked

by silver talon tears

~

winter’s chill settles

( i n )

pure drops

and wordless rain

~

cleanse us

~

the bitter dust

of self

( i n f l i c t e d )

~

pain

*

Even the laziest devil sits on your youth and you cry…

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