MASTER OF THE 13^TH 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