Ideal epitaph (the zombie post)

no, i am not
desire ties
this gordian knot
and you're not i

no, i can't
i know you know
noah was a cunt
preserving this whole

who shall forgive
all this fury?

-a skull debris
on shattered sea

of jelousy

Anbäsa (lion)

red, for the skies i fled
gold, for the time that stalled
green, for the home unseen

black,
for my thoughts unfold

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Said gladly

muscle thoughts make muscles