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No title to this sad song
I feel no warmth in your stay,
only light flames from your exhaust lead the way.
The deadliest parts of you,
I hold high and mighty.
“Clearly it’s not working out”
you tell me while I’m crying
what’s wrong with me
Sunday 16th December 2018 5:12 am
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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