By Justine Johnson - Posted on 20 January 2012

you saw me lie and admire the somber sound of wood on wood. you noticed deceitful eyelids before i ever considered them. wind and water and waiting tore things apart. sand changed you.

i am the lamb and you are the lion and after unspoken gods come back to earth, we will lay down.

 

 

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