a lone voice crying in the wilderness: make the straight way for the coming of the… a dry throat stutters on an empty vision of milk and honey and desolate quiet. a dry mouth falters on the opening blast of a song to ruin what it left behind. a bare sole longing for the feel of concrete, and a lone voice crying in the wilderness. i have these dreams when i`m feeling sick of unfinished patterns that i can`t collate at all, of an inward breath in a land bereft of uncrippled figures, of an exhalation, of the himavant, of a pulse
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