Toothpaste stains on my t-shirt.
I couldn't care less.
All I know is your name,10 p.m and how I curse you out.
This is where we die.
I'll burn the red roses for us.
May our fingertips touch until our bodies decompose.
May the Earth feel the pain.
This is where lovers die.
This is where our hatred live.
After this funeral,
I hope to never meet you in the next life.
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OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PoetryIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
