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Jan 15
i feel weight of your eyes
on the back of my neck
picture this:
fall apart like dying flowers
that's what you get
kick you down to the ground
let's become a shape
you be the the bottom
i'll be the top
bordered with thorns
bleeding is okay
closer and closer until
our hands fuse as one
like blending colors
looking into your empty eyes
i see myself staring back at me
doesn't it feel great
sinking underwater?
from "marble demons" ©2021
vik the computer
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