Apr 2019
blood trickles
down my leg
like dripping juice
from rotten peaches
Black & blue thighs
Heavy sighs
I didn't make a sound
Silent in the sunrise
down my leg
like dripping juice
from rotten peaches
Black & blue thighs
Heavy sighs
I didn't make a sound
Silent in the sunrise
(Los Angeles)
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