Poetry written by me obviously. I still try sometimes. Life gets hard. Hobbies expand. Words lose their meaning after enough time spent struggling to speak.
Sunday, June 18, 2017
Acidic (unfinished?)
Sell me your venom
Straight from the source
Inject me with poison
I'll have no remorse
Blanket me in death
I want to be yours
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