poesa

As I was looking at your poison
I thirst.
--veins: where I feel the blood flow, fervently
and fierce.
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Words change as we speak.
They tell the truths.
They lie on our lips
Yearning peace
.
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And

So
Why
Now
Yet
Yes
Flavor. Rain.
Box of Tide Ultra.
Wind. Roof.
Pain.
More pain.
Gauze.
Scar.
Hate. Depression.
Misery. Debt.
Death.
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