My Untouchable Face

The effortless nature of the unreliable narrator

~ Thursday, February 23 ~

I want to show you how I feel about standing
With nowhere else for you to look but up
I want to make your world a sky, have you see
A comet plunging home to die
Above these night befallen trees

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