10:42 pm
my dear, find what you love and let it kill you.
let it drain you of your all.
Let it cling onto your back and
weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and
let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you,
both slowly and fastly,
but it's much better to be
killed by a lover.
(Bukowski)
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intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
