clavicola: I will die on a day like today. The rain will come in bellows and then faintly, misting over my collar like a lover’s sleeping breath. And I’ll be found laying across my porchwith the stars spelling out my epitaphand a note with smudged

clavicola: I will die on a day like today. The rain will come in bellows and then faintly, misting over my collar like a lover’s sleeping breath. And I’ll be found laying across my porchwith the stars spelling out my epitaphand a note with smudged

clavicola: I will die on a day like today. The rain will come in bellows and then