«b u b b l e g u m ⊱ poem»

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{{this one's short}}







I'll do it one day

Anyway will do

I just want my blood to run cold

And my skin to turn blue

I lay there on my bed...

My ceiling is leaking

Pretty colors of pink

They're just the reason

I have to speak

I think until it comes...

The fog rolls in

Silent a cold

Shivers that go down my spine

They Start to pull

{{Like I said kinda short}}

12•19•17>>10:16 am

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