Spilled Ink (Currently undergoing updates.)

velixir:

Slices, oh sweet shrapnel,
Cuts, hey bitter pounding hail,
Dance with me now,
In the sun, lets run
Through drops of sky;

We can triumph our lies,
Taste blue demise
Piercing your cries
Injected in your thighs;

Cris-cross caress,
Sweaty shattered mess;
The thorns in our chests
Swear, I’ll confess
We’re nothing, more or less.

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