I feel like I
lack the time to mull
lower the curtain of caramel
looming deity of purpl
lust. trapped in a box destined to fall
I found an angel
In the disguise of a devil
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Ode
PuisiHere's an ode to the night he/she left; here's an ode to the anxiety you feel on a sunny morning and everything was supposed to be fine; here's an ode to the feelings left unexpressed; here's an ode to the words left unsaid, or perhaps what can...
Claustrophobia
I feel like I
lack the time to mull
lower the curtain of caramel
looming deity of purpl
lust. trapped in a box destined to fall
I found an angel
In the disguise of a devil
