Sep 27
Your nails against my epicenter.
Puncture.
Wound.
Source of life trickling out.
Pulsating with animateness.
Systematic erosion.
I am at peace.
Dying here in the now.
As long as you're happy.
Puncture.
Wound.
Source of life trickling out.
Pulsating with animateness.
Systematic erosion.
I am at peace.
Dying here in the now.
As long as you're happy.
(23/M/The Mind Palace)
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