My face slowly sinks,
sink melts gradually
& starts to fold.
My blood's
I got a paper subscription
So I can read a version
Will you fall in and down onto your knees?
Bruising the
Your world is rusting, it’s old it is decayed
Nothing helps
An aching actress
Leeching the lenient
Sucking old sores
Dry and hollow
I've only been away a week
Ago I left my house
My
Her skin’s too thin to keep out concern
Her stomach is
I think, don't think, a thing to carry to bring
I
A while ago,
I sold some notes
To buy a ring,
to get
I knew a guy who wanted so bad
To fill his
I’ve always hated how your eyes look out
For someone/thing to
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