Smoke Damage (smokedamage) wrote,
Smoke Damage
smokedamage

there are figures standing in the night, but melt back into trees,
i hear voices on the night air, but they are not speaking to me.
coins jangle so loud in my pocket as i pass,
and the wind breezes through the grass
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