9 august 2020
An Acid Attack
Sometimes I would
look at the lame moon. For
whom you were faltering?
Perhaps, I was a
mirror. You trip, fall
and become a raw wound.
One day I will
touch you with my ragged
hands, to heal my knife.
9 august 2020
Sometimes I would
look at the lame moon. For
whom you were faltering?
Perhaps, I was a
mirror. You trip, fall
and become a raw wound.
One day I will
touch you with my ragged
hands, to heal my knife.
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