Jun 2020
oh i wanna fly
over the edge of this scraper
be torn to bits by cement
like a piece of paper
dive headfirst
to a pool in the winter
empty and cold
now no one is the winner
over the edge of this scraper
be torn to bits by cement
like a piece of paper
dive headfirst
to a pool in the winter
empty and cold
now no one is the winner
(22/F/i'm not really sure)
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