ink hits the corners and everyone runs
stars dim and stems snap
ink on the skin is a thing of nightmares
except for those who watch
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it means something i swear
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makeshift roses
Poetrythey start to wilt more every day, but i can never stay away i grab the roses and touch the thorns, because pretty things have devil horns (this is just a thought dump. ive written a lot of stuff on my own so i thought id see what everyone else thin...
shadows
ink hits the corners and everyone runs
stars dim and stems snap
ink on the skin is a thing of nightmares
except for those who watch
-
it means something i swear
