as the fire
of my mistakes
burn the page of our story,
i must learn that
ink is permanent,
and men who
never learn how to survive in
their own chaos,
will never change
the patterns that remain.
-zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
