1 march 2018
breathe
she smelled like fear and forget-me-not
the day I questioned my own egsistence
burried deep under her delicate skin
reincarnated silence of our thoughts
turned night that gave birth to wolves
into a dreamless falling
i woke up the sun on the ceiling
just in time for last words
allowed by the hangman
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