i want to split this skin
and hold my skull in my hands
a graveyard souvenir from
someone i no longer am
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
i want to split this skin
and hold my skull in my hands
a graveyard souvenir from
someone i no longer am
i'm like a seashell on a windowsill that turned sour when the sun shone down on it
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