do the immortals number their days? tenderly wrap their mouths around the sweet syllables of dates? do they feel time sear its lines into ageless skin, deathless flesh? i'm asking you, do the gods claw their skin away by their teeth? do they cry? sing? breathe?
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tyrants
Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
