chorus from the good dark * dear missing, a channel by land that gestures and juts, doesn’t touch the water rushes shelters every sound shouted into it the form of the shore is lost to the counting of sand the…
chorus from the good dark * dear missing, a channel by land that gestures and juts, doesn’t touch the water rushes shelters every sound shouted into it the form of the shore is lost to the counting of sand the…