i now cast to the shadows
(oh! i’ve really not grown)
for i now cast to the shadows
that which once shone
tender moments do rot
and whisper-words spoil
as i debase that which once freed me
good fortune recoils
maroon tinges my vision
self-treachery prowls
as i make the incision
with no hint of a howl
a jagged ***** you’ll find
reeling of love that fell flat
i did it; not you, r
dare not misconstrue that
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 3:12 AM UTC
i now cast to the shadows
(oh! i’ve really not grown)
for i now cast to the shadows
that which once shone
tender moments do rot
and whisper-words spoil
as i debase that which once freed me
good fortune recoils
maroon tinges my vision
self-treachery prowls
as i make the incision
with no hint of a howl
a jagged ***** you’ll find
reeling of love that fell flat
i did it; not you, r
dare not misconstrue that
cathartic. necessary. feel free to ignore
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