14.32
subsumed ...
on those western shores
in the blurry bright sunlight of rolling
hills where precipice goes
un notice
im so hooked
of your upside down
cross I'm inside out wi it ...
and here I come ...
Im so hight I really can't see
where are you deliverin those tongues ...
some rote
is one unholy push
that thou eclipses me ...
an i humbled am in
the light of your blackness ...
your depth so suffocating
I vanquish be ...
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