it’ll kill ya
Words have always been my weapon
So I spit them as venom
Finding space to hurt both subtle and overt
Or I take my own poison
In some Shakespearean way
Call me Romeo
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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