Crude handling. The matter,
The substance. Pain is same. Things
are slipping out of hands.
You are walking away.
To defer your sympathy, love boils.
Right spellings have wrong words.
You put the tears back
in your eyes. Drifting aimlessly. Your
existence was for carnivores.
Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 10:03 PM UTC
Crude handling. The matter,
The substance. Pain is same. Things
are slipping out of hands.
You are walking away.
To defer your sympathy, love boils.
Right spellings have wrong words.
You put the tears back
in your eyes. Drifting aimlessly. Your
existence was for carnivores.