The night wears
like driftwood hollowed-out
and weightless on the surface;
carried to a sandpaper slope-
-still, like the eyes of the dead-
nothing to do but wait
to be discovered,
or weathered away.
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Don’t Cry Cowboys.
(Source: nerdball)
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I’m a beach bum stuck in the wrong body.
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