the bones that i held
are mine to shatter
and mine to break and bend
these bones are not yours to manipulate
not yours to shatter
crush into a fine powder
and snort it
because it makes you happy
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC
the bones that i held
are mine to shatter
and mine to break and bend
these bones are not yours to manipulate
not yours to shatter
crush into a fine powder
and snort it
because it makes you happy
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