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Ever taste teardrop tea?...
...
...tastes
like
an
ocean
of
sorrow.

This place is noisy, narcissistic, unnatural, nowhere i wanna be.

Little dark one,
once a dream,
now my sweet reality.

Initials, gypsy love symbols in yellow mountain mud isn’t enough.

Cardboard chicken. Cold arrythmic jar of my cadaver heart. Infertile.

Bitches and fishhooks sinking in my skin. Tackle-box Mermaid’s lament.

Locust Angel- She writes love letters to mother Eve’s bones.

Sunken cities lost in time, lay buried with yesterday’s bones.

Breathe. The inevitable f(explicit)k up happened. The dieing is done.

Crush the butterflies of her innocence to paint her eyelids.