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bags under his eyes shades of green and purple shadows of grey and blue toned to an orphic bruise
blood shimmered and sparkled from a cut on his lip- he took a moment to brush a thumb across, his tongue a sweeping motion
he had it perfected the art of staying alive balanced in the palm of his hand as he tightened his fist- a technicolor bruise
yellow speckled across knuckles a distant color against red the metallic taste ringing and suffocating air- vacant bodies aching and breaking for a fix
i think you misunderstood to him breaking was his fix- to break was to heal, green a flashing color gold flecks as he leans
he'll catch you off balance with the beat of a heart, you'll never know what hit you, but you're mistaken if you think you'll forget