the purple edge of the shadow of the headlights
cigarettes mixed with coffee don't smell so nice
the leaves from the trees fall not so gently
as dreams of a sweet dark autumn dies
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Poésiesome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
29 - i hoped - 24.12.21-27.11.22
the purple edge of the shadow of the headlights
cigarettes mixed with coffee don't smell so nice
the leaves from the trees fall not so gently
as dreams of a sweet dark autumn dies
