insincerity as an artform
its been a long time since i felt the rain upon my head. a moment in separation the foreground dont seem so bright these angels in my head are in between the shadow and the light. were my arms too short to ransom you from broken skin and black and blue unstitch your eyes so you could read this forever. dead and broken and i'm backwards turned to
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