Basing life on destiny and pennies in fountains,
we fuck and then we fight, screams moving mountains
bite me and sting me, our words giving lashes
string my heart on a wire, clothes pegging the ashes.
Twistedly reliving our old life through black ink,
a time when dirty dishes were never left in the sink
and sex toys weren’t dead, buried in a drawer
now we only feast, dripping blood on the floor.
[stumbled upon...]
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