the soul inside this body
Its rib cage, a prisoner
Screeching the thoughts
Buried deep inside
With its lips in sync
Which narrated
the lies to be transgressed
Into a thousand palatable flowers
Along with the scent
diffusing it every time
Leading into a trail
To the kiss of Judas
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
the soul inside this body
Its rib cage, a prisoner
Screeching the thoughts
Buried deep inside
With its lips in sync
Which narrated
the lies to be transgressed
Into a thousand palatable flowers
Along with the scent
diffusing it every time
Leading into a trail
To the kiss of Judas
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