when you die i'll rearrange your bones
into the shape of an animal you loved
i will cover your bone frame in fur
construct wings from the bones of dead birds
these wings bound to your shoulders
with tendons from the body of a deer
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let it always be known that i was who i am
cukursēne (saccharomyces) wrote on June 1st, 2011 at 01:52 am
wish someone would promise this to me