Sinking in the phantom of molecular dreams, aching under the dim shine of my bed lamp; I'm falling apart with constant working neurons, I'm crying wih no tears rolling down my cheeks.
Tasteless maple syrup on my bleeding lips; all sweet feels sour. I want to dance when I'm sad, I need hugs but I got no one, counting cruel vehicles passing through & stalking lonely stars I fall asleep as a routine. My skin aches thinking of tomorrow, my eyes are sad but my mouth laughs as a routine to show the world.They think I am pretty and then they think I am ugly.Devil tattooed their atoms and now vemon glows through their glass veins, they think I'm pretty as rapunzel; beautiful & a broken princess trapped in a monochrome dream away from golden skies. One truth & a lie they said, then lied both times. Cardamom smoke burnt my lungs, I erupted and ruptured but my mathematics was always wrong. I am getting love through internet, my bones gone electronic, now humans feel static& foolish. I hate people, they are tragic and rotten. We are fake tears and ugly smiles, I wish we were beautiful holding galaxies in our tongues instead of honeybees, I wish we always felt warm. Silkworms seized the tunes of zephyr when they drilled my bones with their voices, they thought I'm an angel but I wish they knew I'm a sunflower demon & only photons can kiss my nerves.
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—𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝.
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MILKTOOTH & GREENTEA
Poetry˗ˏˋ [milk thoughts and enamel alphabets in a greentea era˗ˏˋ] ࿐ྂ-- -͙ - -˚ ·"