These eyes, dark stains left behind by the rivers of coffee
I force past these lips trying to coax life,
Back into a body that doesn't remember what it is to feel it.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
These eyes, dark stains left behind by the rivers of coffee
I force past these lips trying to coax life,
Back into a body that doesn't remember what it is to feel it.
A tiny something I wrote and didn't hate
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