Karma's_Coming (United States) published:
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the blades are falling from the blue horned sky,
crashing, pulling at the dirt.
but if I stand underneath the trees,
will they protect me from the pain?
the blades keep falling from the blue horned sky,
they create a wave of pain.
and no one, not even the green tall trees,
protect me from the rain.
the blades stopped falling from the blue horned sky,
right as the clock struck noon.
for that’s when the real rain pounded on you.
1 day ago