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Harsh fireflies.
Sitting here
in the dark.
Smoking poison,
While soaking up the night sky like lotion.
Stars shine bright,
like little fireflies dancing in a summer breeze.
I wish upon upon the biggest star,
while there’s a breeze between my shaking knees.
I bow my head and begin to weep
I fucked another one,
a lifeless soul.
Rubbing their flesh against m...
Wednesday 11th April 2018 6:56 am
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