poet (Remove filter)
premortem
it's
fearful stutters
on lips with a lisp,
gaping wide open,
autopsy of the chest.
it's wretched.
and painstakingly
beautiful.
and oh, how I love it.
Saturday 17th August 2024 12:35 pm
poet (Remove filter)
it's
fearful stutters
on lips with a lisp,
gaping wide open,
autopsy of the chest.
it's wretched.
and painstakingly
beautiful.
and oh, how I love it.
Saturday 17th August 2024 12:35 pm
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