Everything Solemn

Everything Solemn

Black wings scar his back.

They spread – he tries to fly.

Leaving the ground chains of darkness cuff his ankles.

There he remains.

My pet.

A naked man with swelling muscles and golden skin.

– F H Hakansson

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