It isn't sparks
and it isn't a glitch.
My brain liquifies
at the sound of your voice,
the perfect pitch.
My skin burns wherever
it brushed against your body.
I would let you place
your hand over my heart,
but I'm a zombie.- Bite Me Because I'm Dying

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Bodies in My Closet
PoésieAnother attempt, perhaps another failure. no. 1 #spilledink 11.05.2024 no. 1 #unloving 11.05.2024