woods-phosphorus

November 21, 2024

White phosphorus burning through the night
Skeleton crew on a slaver, hug the equator tight
Drone fly like metal kite
Hellfire out the sky, open your book to Revelations
Anyone hatin’, this your chance to get right

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“Holding someone’s hand was always my idea of joy.”

Clarice Lispector

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