delay (delay) wrote,
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what I feel is still warm like i was watching death in your powder box mirror. and the scent of flowers mingles with the beautiful amber. it sticks to my lungs, they spasm in the cold: a pair shivering wings. they burn like I once did, black and rotten like your precious face glowing.
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