I feel guilty doing anything

I feel guilty doing anything but studying.

blood on your breath
seemless, graceless
pale colours
IN YOUR debt
exactly who you are
go before you’re gone
climb back in

Making a winter of tears with a summer of sighs he went his way until the evening, when he came to a wood that kept the Mule of the Sun outside its limits, while it was amusing itself with Silence and the Shades.

bah hhh.. pierced with prozac …     crushed up like a pill

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