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K Jun 2017
Shells
of our alter egos

(and)

Carriers
of knowledge

(with)

Pockets
full of grace

(but also)

Crates
full of ****
K Jun 2017
today i wear lacy
underwear
but underneath that i am
bare

today i realise that
infatuation
destroys and emphasises on
flirtation

today is the day i learn that
it
obliterates everything and anything with one swift
hit

today i bare my soul to the
abyss
the abyss that steals every last
kiss

today i finally open my
eyes
to the daunts and despair that life
buys

today, i bleed myself
dry
without an
ally

.

— The End —