This December

This sore skin makes it a sizeable night? Or should I believe it's the low-key sun. Your defenses feeble as lotions of milk. Let your hair down. Let down your mess. Winter has come!

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Off the lights!

Your hands in air of delusions and my they figure constellations... A moon that stays and those whitish lines on the roads! They slither and fade...

Dark and Drunk!

Let me talk. For I wanna cry...And cuddle and kiss. Happy things happen to happy people! Let’s get drunk? For falling won’t break my bones...Sins I did sincerely. Sincerity sounds stupid...

Blue-black

Nobody can hold water, does water hold anybody? It just lets you sink in your own choices...If I would wanna die, my choice would be water.

The florist

I am incautious. Or am I numb? Across the road I see, I see The florist. Roses, lilies and sunshine. And some are just pretenses...

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