walk with me through windows and pull the flowers from my head.
you are a lovely ghost of decomposition.
you are a ghost past the bones and past the flesh. you have no mouth anymore.
there you go again, floating out past ascending Saturn. chasing your own tail and eating your neck again.
empty space floating away why do you accept to this fate so readily?
cracked blue glasses and old blood stains. is that you?
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
walk with me through windows and pull the flowers from my head.
you are a lovely ghost of decomposition.
you are a ghost past the bones and past the flesh. you have no mouth anymore.
there you go again, floating out past ascending Saturn. chasing your own tail and eating your neck again.
empty space floating away why do you accept to this fate so readily?
cracked blue glasses and old blood stains. is that you?
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