Magical Rabbit
Why are you rushing , my love
Time will count itself
Even after you are gone
Now your burrow is clogged blood.
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Down the rabbit hole
There is only blood and dark
Time cannot be read.
YOU ARE READING
Mabye if I Fall Asleep I Won't Breathe Right
PoetryRelying on possibility, slumber, and the unknown sweet demise of death. This book is a collection of poems that are unrelated but as a whole struggle to portray the meaning of the title. Through my distorted vision, a lot of things might seem disjoi...
