it's like
the rain won't fall
until the sky
slits it's wrist
and the pure love
of the tainted
a black dove becomes ;
and an amethyst
at night.
a black yellow
where a heart
has fainted.
and a solitary
white...
dreams
of black
lights.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
it's like
the rain won't fall
until the sky
slits it's wrist
and the pure love
of the tainted
a black dove becomes ;
and an amethyst
at night.
a black yellow
where a heart
has fainted.
and a solitary
white...
dreams
of black
lights.
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