emotions stick inside
scratching out their escape
Flowers
and blood
a blackened sun
time slipping through my fingers
like the waters
that you carried
across the arid wastes
that sickly smile you turned towards me
the skull behind your face.
emotions stick inside
scratching out their escape
Flowers
and blood
a blackened sun
time slipping through my fingers
like the waters
that you carried
across the arid wastes
that sickly smile you turned towards me
the skull behind your face.
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