Wooden Belly Beast

My father tried to warn me Once your soul found form In a wooden body It would never be free again. Do not learn an instrument Anything hollow with strings Do not fill its cavity with The abundance of your waters It is an unquenchable thirst A language without words Writing more histories than Any papyrus, […]

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