i don’t want to die
in the shade this time
with the haunting phrases
that conjure every nearby demon
still pouring out of me
minerva of a thousand works
and condolences
red was everywhere
when you lifted up your shirt
and the water in your eyes
was boiling like mercury
at the thought
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
i don’t want to die
in the shade this time
with the haunting phrases
that conjure every nearby demon
still pouring out of me
minerva of a thousand works
and condolences
red was everywhere
when you lifted up your shirt
and the water in your eyes
was boiling like mercury
at the thought
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