Oct 3
And won’t
Think or write;
Find the lining, copper search collapse.
Death
We witnessed together.
Foreshadow, always tends to.
Unease in my chest
Blessed to feel, everything always.
Growing
Tired of this painful polarity.
A scab shall be buried
Think or write;
Find the lining, copper search collapse.
Death
We witnessed together.
Foreshadow, always tends to.
Unease in my chest
Blessed to feel, everything always.
Growing
Tired of this painful polarity.
A scab shall be buried
Unrelated reminder of SoundCloud dude rapping some spoken word type “don’t be a scab” song somehow implying that picking at yourself is bad - which in retrospect holds merit, but was poorly portrayed I fear. His DJ seemed fun tho she be bouncy
