My life a cloud of
Blood and pity
All the most beautiful
Words I will say to
Myself in quiet rooms
But to you
Nothing but the
Awkward garbage
My mouth finds
I stretch my mortal
Membrane into time
I have not bought
One lash stomps
A false move and
Harvests a mania
Broken falls ****
That let me fall I
Do well from below
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
My life a cloud of
Blood and pity
All the most beautiful
Words I will say to
Myself in quiet rooms
But to you
Nothing but the
Awkward garbage
My mouth finds
I stretch my mortal
Membrane into time
I have not bought
One lash stomps
A false move and
Harvests a mania
Broken falls ****
That let me fall I
Do well from below
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