Feb 2020
What strange pride becomes me, whips me, wears me,
Parades as me within the sheets of a bed I don't belong to.
O, tongueless lovers that feed me words you can no longer taste,
Forgive me.
Parades as me within the sheets of a bed I don't belong to.
O, tongueless lovers that feed me words you can no longer taste,
Forgive me.
