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By Star of David Date: 2019 Sep 09 Comment on this Work [[2019.09.09.06.41.14181]] |
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tea mixed with regret spent bullets in the dust knives sliding across the tongue blood on metal the scent of you in the mornings after you've spent yourself on someone else nothingness an emptiness too vast to fill except with every last drop of your blood screaming with no sound a steady drowning slowly and then all at once catching fire the cold ashes of everyone I've ever loved perfume sprayed on the inside of my wrist a dead body floating on water buffeted by waves forever rising to look at me |