Waiting And there I wasbearing my soul withsnowflakes in my hairlike cocaine on a woodentable awaitinga person that longcraved for deep salvationDeep imprints in thecold and December snowbare foot but not bluefor this was a rage thatkept me warm andalive waiting for someoneto draw it out of meFrozen water in mychestnut hair likethe cold and stone heartinside this chest of minewhen you find it pleasetell that what I saw causeI have waitedAnd I waited for too long.
Morning Eve Fingerless and toothless ashelpless and motionlesslaying awake in the cold nightwatching stars in the skiesbut no breath clouds before yourmink and bashed facesincerity and gravityin the morning evethere is blood behind your namethere is secret behind her eyesyou took and took and gavetill her body bled no more.
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we all have different faces, never forget your own.
"can we leave this madness for a madness better suited."
- fossilfuels
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we all have different faces, never forget your own.
"can we leave this madness for a madness better suited."
- fossilfuels
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we all have different faces, never forget your own.
"can we leave this madness for a madness better suited."
- fossilfuels
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we all have different faces, never forget your own.
"can we leave this madness for a madness better suited."
- fossilfuels
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we all have different faces, never forget your own.
"can we leave this madness for a madness better suited."
- fossilfuels