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anonymous Apr 2021
your cold hand against my face,
a rush,
adrenaline,
the taste of hope and dreams?
you are everything i ever wanted,
i tell myself.
the eyes,
just as gray as a thousand stones at the bottom of the ocean.
emotionless,
gruesome.
a chill down my spine
silence.
recurrence
and an endless cycle.

— The End —