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i was, um, watching the dying hibiscus in the glass vase on the table, and with a muted WHUMP the bloom fell on the table. there are 2 there now. hibiscus hips like open mouths, waiting to receive.
i guess, like a kiss. like the bliss of this abyss, but we're all too remiss to reminice
too jaded, too much hatred. we're all too faded and blockaded and degraded to be serenaded
to be in love with another one, stunned and undone.
*snap*
i guess, like a kiss. like the bliss of this abyss, but we're all too remiss to reminice
too jaded, too much hatred. we're all too faded and blockaded and degraded to be serenaded
to be in love with another one, stunned and undone.
*snap*