the sound of a guitar strumming along a haunting whisper
the smoke that curls and forms
in the extremity of sunlight escaping through
psychotic horizontal lines of blinds just closed.
so were my weekdays in the sun
provided urban struggle and illegal beer
vacant face stares off into the distance
- a bleeding heart gathers no sympathy
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
- hurdling towards the moon i arrive damp from the emotions that fester inside, boiling liquid from all directions but forward. empty promises filled to the rim with caloric intake. obsessively monitoring every inch of sustenance to come in contact with a mouth, pretty as sin
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