I'm poisoned,
under-neath,
a derelict,
bridge,
of breaths
wishing
for death.
A feast
No crest,
Another body
Timelessly,
endlessly.
How to be happy,
Only the fingers,
can erase my frown,
as I take to being
so drowned.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 9:21 AM UTC
I'm poisoned,
under-neath,
a derelict,
bridge,
of breaths
wishing
for death.
A feast
No crest,
Another body
Timelessly,
endlessly.
How to be happy,
Only the fingers,
can erase my frown,
as I take to being
so drowned.
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