"chasing down ******-babble with distilled shots of art after detonation, was not unlike unlike being spellbound by a lover's jawline, unhinged." ||shoo.shu ||
This poem is about the wasted days my boyfriend and I spent anihilated in mayhem.
"preyed upon by a decipherable stranger, mapped in déjà vu. a prophetic bang of sublime yesterday's & objects in mirror are closer than they appear.“ || shoo.shu ||
