MASTER OF THE 13TH
CARD
I
will find my way home by the light of the Moon
Love
me until the end of time. My thoughts are fragile.
Hold
them with your soul, don’t ever let them go.
Store
the cemetery names in a jar, scratch the left side of my car.
Walk
around; footsteps graze the backs of ants.
The
cracks between sidewalks and earthworms
The
Citrine Sun will Heal my Dreams and take my memories
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