my eyelids are dripping off my face
onto the floor of death
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thoughts untitled through hate and romance
Poesíayou know how you go on walk in the afternoon and when you step out it still kinda sunny. and then you look up again and you notice the sun almost setting. then you look up again and you realize the sun is completely set. and you look up for the last...
141. eyelids
my eyelids are dripping off my face
onto the floor of death
