4 may 2020
Wild Thoughts
It was syntax
killing a kiss.
You play with a button.
You press a rose,
between the lips,
in black and white.
A nerve quivers
from head to toe.
Where the stars go when you cry.
4 may 2020
It was syntax
killing a kiss.
You play with a button.
You press a rose,
between the lips,
in black and white.
A nerve quivers
from head to toe.
Where the stars go when you cry.
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