will i ever stop wanting it
looking at my reflection
around my eyes like a cartoon
line has been drawn
highlighting them
in black
they’re circular and
i feel pretty
will i ever stop migrating toward it
like it has a scent i long after
a taste of fulfillment
and
could i ever live with it
i could not
this i dream of
but i would perish
from my own infliction
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 2:48 PM UTC
will i ever stop wanting it
looking at my reflection
around my eyes like a cartoon
line has been drawn
highlighting them
in black
they’re circular and
i feel pretty
will i ever stop migrating toward it
like it has a scent i long after
a taste of fulfillment
and
could i ever live with it
i could not
this i dream of
but i would perish
from my own infliction
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