Mar 2014
your hands could transform
an entire city into ashes
and your eyes
could melt diamonds
veins bleeding
blue and black
until you run
hollow
make room for me
in that empty chest
of yours
an entire city into ashes
and your eyes
could melt diamonds
veins bleeding
blue and black
until you run
hollow
make room for me
in that empty chest
of yours
(australia)
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