TW- Knife mention, blood mention. Stay safe
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Licking the blood off of my teeth
Tastes of old metal, has been stuck there for weeks
Bright flashing lights in my face
Fading into the shadows I leave without a trace
I keep washing my hands, but they're still the same hands that held yours
Radios, streetlights, bolted shut doors
Out of the wet unforgiving rain that showers
I'll get us out of here, pocket knives, afterhours
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Poetry to Get Lost In
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. I own all of them, and I hope you enjoy reading some of the things I'm passionate about. If you want to use it, just shoot me a message, I'll almost certainly say yes :) Updates will be pretty often. If there are i...
