Nov 2015
My phantom hand
Reaps coldness
And sows the seed
With a nightmare's wish.
As blisters grow on
These lips I find
Insomniac groans-
For everyone.
I'm alone--
Always.
Reaps coldness
And sows the seed
With a nightmare's wish.
As blisters grow on
These lips I find
Insomniac groans-
For everyone.
I'm alone--
Always.
(M/United Kingdom)
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