Ancient Echo

Nothing was your own
except the few cubic centimeters
inside your skull




"the raven" only its about macklemore. thanks for following my blog

once inside a thrift shop dreary, while i browsed there, weak and weary,

over many a quaint and curious greatcoat of forgotten bore—

while I nodded, puissance sapping, suddenly there came a yapping,

as of some one whitely rapping, rapping at my bargain store—

“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “rapping at my bargain store—

only this and macklemore.”

hello again, old friend

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I think they should call rhinos that have had their horns cut off eunuchorns.