After showering myself in needles and stitching my wounds open with my self appointed meds I plastered up my tear ducts. It seems. my rivers are droughts my heart at thirst.
I’ve scrubbed hard enough to uncover your name needled black inside my index below my chest and on the tail of my ear. how have you not mentioned you as an artist? Such an artist that what you engraved is temporary, whilst I don’t recall the needle broke into my skin