It has risen, your high colour
Masking your cheeks with that which is
And the fury swirls within – taking you out from this that is
All in all you are taken from me, taking out the trash + I am wasted, a waste.
That rots my very teeth.
- Char|ey
- things can only get better from here...I promise to love you with my entire being, if you love me too. My heart is a small thing, my chest has a hole in it darker than the darkest night. But it's getting better - slowly. Until then, I'll write. End.
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