Jul 2018
Sleep
Eludes me
Weeping
In the gallows
This is where
I come
We look beautiful sleeping
But are demons
During the day
But I am
Love's glutton
And feed into you
Anyway
Eludes me
Weeping
In the gallows
This is where
I come
We look beautiful sleeping
But are demons
During the day
But I am
Love's glutton
And feed into you
Anyway
(33/Two-Spirit/Chicago, IL)
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