

Through Evil's EyesThe planes of the thin morning sky and drowned fields stretch out weightyThrough Evil's Eyes
and without end
above the road, limp like the underside of a discarded leather belt in the improper light that leaves the countryside cold.
As we watch the road in the saccharine light, the bitter rifle resting in my hands and me, morning birds, indifferent, flail about like ashes and the mist unfurls,
withdrawing from the little house between the twin poplar trees.
White with blue shutters, it is small and tender like the unyielding face
of that dead woman lying with pale legs an
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I never know what to comment on peoples work! Or even in general! D: i am horrible at wording things half the time!
Whats even worse even if i did I COULDNT SPELL IT TO SAVE MY LIFE!
I FAIL!! TT3TT
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"Soli Deo Gloria!"
"Beauty like this will never die."
"Death be not proud!"
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