writing and rotting
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
1. I slither the streets
Late at night
Apologies spilling out of
My ribs
Seeing people and faces,
Where faces and people
Shouldn't be
I hear his music leaking outside
A strangers window
I disintegrate
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