Aura
Subtle bodies lie
under the blanket
of a rotten night sky
Frenzied fingertips dance over tattooed hands
a chaotic mess colliding into stardust
leaving nothing but the fetid lust
of stale perfu,e
on each other's skin
“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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