Sep 2015
i taste blood as it fills up my mouth
biting down
chewing the thoughts of you
the crashing hope
that perhaps you could return
until the rust takes your place still.
biting down
chewing the thoughts of you
the crashing hope
that perhaps you could return
until the rust takes your place still.
another favorite
Written by
E Townsend
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