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| Image from Narcodigitalhedonism |
thread slowly
thins sheets of ice are beneath me.
You stumbled
once or twice don't seem enough.
Lit a cigarette
smoke billows up to the sky,
follow your gaze to the stars,
what's there in the pale moonlight,
what's there on the other side?
Glint of a sharp knife's steel
hold it in your hand so welcoming,
borrow it's thoughts you'd be free,
of the place you once belonged,
bid farewell
it all ends here.
11/12 - 8:17am
Batcave
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