guess I thought I’d found love? slipped and stretched my fingers,
grasping at heart strings wrapped around my throat and split my teeth. staring at a mound of sand, feeling waves creep around my back, circling. vivid imagery kept me sedated. guess I felt fucked up, swallowing a sick stream o’ tears. spittin’ dull rock, and feeling untrue, just for you. Spit out your dull rock.
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