Shrapnel Caress

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Pillowcore

If i were a little less; a little more... All the social eyesores, could not make me think of you. I can't not lick my wounds - I can't not move my mouth. I kiss and count the scars when the word just wont come out.

Fear And Loathing In The North

"The silence of a consumer whore."

Nothing

It was not so long ago, The lustre of your curls, Were entwined in fierce vertigo. A cold all consuming, An experience unknown, To those of us still beating, Our wings, Desperately. Was the scream of the maiden,