burnt channels hazed in numbers, one-two, nothing was true,
no filter, no lies either, just playing static hexes, war wounds~
lipless angels come to touch me, forgetful gazes with wondrous mirror shades
closer glow lights fleeting nothing, breathless pains injure deep~
fathoms awaken the words inside me~
I love your stuff.
ReplyDeletethanks :] i need to spend more time writing~ unfortunately i feel the creativity at the worst times.
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