etude;

August 22, 2011
The melancholy voice that hums out from in-between the horsetail strings siphon throughout the air, and I can feel its stark brittleness chip away at my cold demeanor, until I am fresh and new again, a bare spirit fluttering in the wind to the beats of a fathomless melody, the song of the broken.





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