" something within him snapped,
winding loose all the threads,
that stitched him onto humanity.
now he held a gun,
with threads that were far too short to be
stitched. "
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this chapter is dedicated to @aristurtles coz she loves halsey and I love her.
DU LIEST GERADE
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Poetryif it ever means anything at all, it is poetry of humans, about humans. #36 in poetry on 04.07.2016 |lowercase intended.|
