fifteen.
I'm gone down
To the waters edge
Huddled towns, soft and green
Warming their hands by so many
Fires that curl and crack
They snap unseen
Beneath a woven sky of leaves
We talk in ghosts of
Walk in ghosts of rivers
Watch the circling hawks from dried up
Rivers, left behind
By water went to climb inside of rocks
By water went to climb inside of rocks
That littered dusty roads
To stretch out bone cramped limbs
Until the giants broke apart
Ymir bone mountains
Ymir blood seas
Ymir can't breath but he speaks to me
Down in glistening ghosts
Down in glistening ghosts
Of river towns
Fires that curl and crack
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such descriptive and beautiful choice of words
I love you so much for analyzing. I'm currently telling you're girlfriend how happy it makes me
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