I swallowed shards of glass, hoping that they'd get rid of the way your lips tasted.
But the blood on my tongue only reminded me that I was in love with a brick wall.
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
hypnosis.
I swallowed shards of glass, hoping that they'd get rid of the way your lips tasted.
But the blood on my tongue only reminded me that I was in love with a brick wall.
