the walls surely not but a crow maybe does,
have an ear and a set of eyes
following into the mist, your words, and time,
as it flies, as it flies
YOU ARE READING
s h a d o w e n t r o p y
Poetrysome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
