the mountain

April 22, 2020

all the mistakes are permanent

shrieking shame

unspeakable memory

i empty my pockets

feed you flesh and blood

but the Mountain is a glutton

and i crave Her salvation.

show me nirvana

are you listening?

i'm not leaving you.

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