| give me
my skull is patterned in the shape of a cedar coffin poorly made by the hands of a group of amateur artists. my edges are cut in irregular measurements. my surfaces have
dangerously pointed designs. don't give me pretty lilacs that would wilt with time. give me roses that would leave behind their eternal thorns in my head. at least those thorns would be true to our forever.
a genuine forever |
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gold & lilacs
PoetryHuman nature is all about trying to fit into the normality of society despite its own simplicity and complications First place winner in THE SINNE AWARDS
