_ _ _ _ _ _ ~ B U T T E R
No one questions my purpose in life
I'm here to simply bleed from the knife
Onto tender slices of an encrusted bodice
To file beneath colour, for dull is my promise.
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A/N Dedicated to Gibbsie for guessing correctly!!!
Love you all xx
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poems of anonymity
PoetryWithin these letters I have sense, Without the explanation, Written by a creature, Who secludes my configuration, Do you dear reader, have the knowledge, To decipher me into meaning, And unlock my true appearance, Understand my formal being? ... Cop...
