you can call me grotesque
for the mess i made on the floor
but there are pieces of you
in the vomit of my words
holding them in burns to much
i burn too much
-diaryofalittlestar
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i think about it all the time
Poesiea collection of unique poetry fueled by random deep emotions and thoughts that sometimes sound unsettling. eldest thought daughter.
vomit
you can call me grotesque
for the mess i made on the floor
but there are pieces of you
in the vomit of my words
holding them in burns to much
i burn too much
-diaryofalittlestar
