It's why I wear, but don't even like my favorite perfume.
It's why I won't wear perfume I like, a reminder that your memory doesn't fill the void like it once did.
It's even why I love the hollow pit of self hatred tearing through my stomach,
And that pit i'll always lie in, long as it takes me back.
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Cafe Com Sangue
Poetryfeeling and thinking my experiences, through poetry and short writings.
