The Raider Wire

Susurrus

Months of haunting frames have passed.

Savannah Keith, Staff Writer

May 19, 2014

You’re like spindled rotting roots Of admiring, gnarled odium And the ways the waves all twisted Felt like phantoms in the phobia With the flowers in full-bloom winter We paid our debts to the blue July I gave you this sense of realism That shifted shade to blackened eyes Halting vows like...

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