25 Whales
25 whales washed ashore the night i died
while
53 old women in shadow covered towns
gathered their coupons for the next morning
i lied on the grass and inhaled sweet promises
made to deaf angels, each as lovely as their
wings
and i
a mere mortal
knew it was time
while
53 old women in shadow covered towns
gathered their coupons for the next morning
i lied on the grass and inhaled sweet promises
made to deaf angels, each as lovely as their
wings
and i
a mere mortal
knew it was time
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