Don't claim that you can see
Past my twisted lies
For although my wrists are clean
You have not seen my thighs
You have not seen my empire,
Crumbling in the dead of night
And will not be there
When I lose this hopeless fight
Claim you can see, and you will find
All of us
Are
Truly
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YOU ARE READING
Heart Scrub
شِعرHere is my poisoned lilac heart Tell me, what do you think? Does it disgust you, or please you or sadden you? Will you wash it down the sink?
