how will we reach(e)
the place where acidic love no longer burns
branded constallations over our hearts
where our lungs become immune to cyanide
where we can finally get the courage
to save ourselves
and walk through the crossfire
of diamend bullets
with titanium skin?
(please)
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HOW WILL WE REACH
Poetryto the place where our fingertips of stars and scars explode into supernovas ©2021 @uranium-girl
