One upon each other,
They overlap.
Different types of warmth,
Flowing like rivers you, communicate with blood.
The rush giving you an existence
But it held a blood that was circling within its own.
Writhing within the air that seperate two fates, swung the red veins.
Grounds that has now soaked, your smile,
Your anger,
Your bile,
Your skin,
Are envious of the red that follows you even down there,
My vessels are knitting themselves with some of yours,
Colours of blue and black threading within
But it never ended itself.
God how much i love the idea of red strings of fate that will knit into sweaters.
Thought about hualian's red strings of fate
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PoesieI have written words for you, but you do not know what words are. I have written songs on you, but you do not know what the gods are. I have written stories on you, but you do not know what the lives are. Yeah goddamn it's just poetry in their get...
