They creep up my skin
like a slice
I've got a name caught in my throat
like a whale in a net
My eyes forget they exist
They push on my skin
like
fire ice
We're moving once again
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Black Coffee
PoetryA series of small things that cause my brain to erupt in what looks like words. Poetry, prose, and small excerpts. ***there are some explicit/triggering chapters*** ***Mostly dark material*** ♤ "It flows through my veins. Kind of like a plant that...
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They creep up my skin
like a slice
I've got a name caught in my throat
like a whale in a net
My eyes forget they exist
They push on my skin
like
fire ice
We're moving once again
