Arcticwolfhowler

Breathe in latitudes, exhaust old love marked off by circles on a map, holes left from pins unpinned and heartspaces not replaced. Undo the mountains, untie the river-threads until the path to past lies in disrepair, parallel to the one-two universe where every future has played out the perfect pair and lonely the shells weep when the ocean turns its back. Come back to ruin me.

Breathe in latitudes, exhaust old love marked off by circles on a map, holes left from pins unpinned and heartspaces not replaced. Undo the mountains, untie the river-threads until the path to past lies in disrepair, parallel to the one-two universe where every future has played out the perfect pair and lonely the shells weep when the ocean turns its back. Come back to ruin me.