четвер, 13 серпня 2015 р.
вівторок, 11 серпня 2015 р.
понеділок, 10 серпня 2015 р.
субота, 8 серпня 2015 р.
Liz Worth - Osso
1.
You were once a hunter,
or so you said on bended knee,
bending me, lips to feathers
the day we found the dead crow
on the doorstep,
halted reincarnation.
You took up a beat to
release the spirit from its bones:
os
osso
ossu.
Its eye an oil painting,
relief realized in rigor mortis.
You were once a hunter,
or so you said on bended knee,
bending me, lips to feathers
the day we found the dead crow
on the doorstep,
halted reincarnation.
You took up a beat to
release the spirit from its bones:
os
osso
ossu.
Its eye an oil painting,
relief realized in rigor mortis.
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