
a song of loss because we were young & bridled with beams of immaculacy, our fathers, men whose tongues had never tasted the pulse of sins, didn’t tell us of the tsunami that brewed in the progenies of adam when history was rewritten with blood, in a language where every syntax is a sin. then, […]
from Brittle Paper http://ift.tt/2rh8m8l
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