malcontent unwilling by Indigo Tempestait is thundering, thundering and me i'm shuddering huddling under the weight and warmth of discomfort it doesn't hurt, but it's a little more than simple empty yearning
across a vast span of ground i see myself dragging throbbingly, and no amount of muscle can hasten my pace. solid me, clinging to the memory of the mud good child hang on to what you've got
pestilently, i moan malcontent unwilling to release rotting to nothing but clinging to what's left [rottin g t o n o t h i n g but clingingtowhat'sleft]
and yet outside i'm sleeping through thunder on ragged bedsheets while the rain tries to tell me to please come back home 07/02/2003 Posted on 07/02/2003 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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