My lover
IT CREEPS UP ON THE SPINE MAKES TO SOUNDS , ONLY MINE crime EYES. DIME. THE RHYME; WORMS CRAWLING IN EYES WITH BUGS AT WIDTH ,AND SIXTH SENSES SCREAM SENSUALLY, HOPE DESTROYED.
FACELESS FACES TERRIFYING EMPTY SPACES AND OF MYSELF NO TRACES ONLY MY FRIEND .....
it shouts softyly then whsipers violently.
there is nothing in the colorless yet rosy world.
not angry or depressed nor stressed. Just telling you about
her.
Insanity
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