in the shelter of a thousand nails
the air is still and damp
the freshest breath stirs a trail of myth
to the wall and back
the fabric has a length that is as long as it is wide
but not so many holes as moths
decide
the air is still and damp
the freshest breath stirs a trail of myth
to the wall and back
the fabric has a length that is as long as it is wide
but not so many holes as moths
decide
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