red eyes, green wine, weak smiles, hollow cheeks, shallow drips.
Dark, not Black.
a desire to be linear, now crowded with curves
sickly sweet
sarcastically sour
no longer sweet, just sour
hot on cold, cold on hot, sweet and sour but sour and sour
tick tick tick, did it feel?
tick tick tick, did you feel?
failed when born, how can change it all, before dawn?
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
red eyes, green wine, weak smiles, hollow cheeks, shallow drips.
Dark, not Black.
a desire to be linear, now crowded with curves
sickly sweet
sarcastically sour
no longer sweet, just sour
hot on cold, cold on hot, sweet and sour but sour and sour
tick tick tick, did it feel?
tick tick tick, did you feel?
failed when born, how can change it all, before dawn?
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