Disjointed

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Your coarse blood, bleeds on dry liquid lips.
With unconscious disjointed fingers recoiling in the reach.
Evaporated breathe, breathed into ashen air.
Melancholic bones ache, awake.
Into a shiver, restless hands cracking.
On a reflux, and your sleep-depraved eyes glint alive.
Losing your disposition, you grin.
Disruptive.

Authors notes: Hello lovely readers, and writers alike. I hope you are all doing well. Here's my latest piece, hopefully you all enjoy it. Have a good day or night. Farewell for now fellow writers, and readers~

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