River Elwyn Moss

I vanish a good 7 times a day, I trespass in my own body, I change & forget & burn on purpose. Indecision strips me down & leaves me to drink by the well I buried my face in, centuries earlier in an act of avoidance, avoidance & flight have become my religion, the things that have built me up from dust & ash & just whatever it is that brought me here to this place I have no part in. I am an anachronism, I pull strychnine from my bloodstream,& I crumble& I flee my own crime scene. http://paypal.me/slimebbydoll
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