i used to see signs of your
indiscretions and always read
them as directions of where i
should run, and it always said
that i should run away from you
i learned the taste of blood from
the way that i would bite my
tongue to stop from speaking my mind,
and it always tasted like metal
giving way and folding under pressure
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 9:56 AM UTC
i used to see signs of your
indiscretions and always read
them as directions of where i
should run, and it always said
that i should run away from you
i learned the taste of blood from
the way that i would bite my
tongue to stop from speaking my mind,
and it always tasted like metal
giving way and folding under pressure
09/24/2021
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