your soft and pale and fragile neck under the rusting touch of my bloodied rope
i keep on pretending i have lost track
to keep finding you, my cold Shining, my music, my sweet tortured hope.
i will consume your whole existence so that you will always be a part of me.
(с) 2016
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английский язык, нестандартная поэзия, любовь
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Отредактировано: 31.05.2023