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she eats broken glass to prove points, she likes the taste of her own blood.
she gets especially lonely when words escape her, when something is so beautiful that she can't think of anything to say that would do it any justice. it's hard for her to be surrounded by such beauty constantly
but when it disappears and the words don't come back it's hysteria:
some kind of hate some kind of riot.
3 days ago never felt so distant,
and time moves like a slug when sleep is so impossible to come by.
what she needs now is a heart full of halon.
she gets especially lonely when words escape her, when something is so beautiful that she can't think of anything to say that would do it any justice. it's hard for her to be surrounded by such beauty constantly
but when it disappears and the words don't come back it's hysteria:
some kind of hate some kind of riot.
3 days ago never felt so distant,
and time moves like a slug when sleep is so impossible to come by.
what she needs now is a heart full of halon.