Recherché

~ s t r a n g e r ~

~ s t r a n g e r ~

her shirt is soaked crimson in blood / while i've been running errands all day / my sins are mahogany in my eyes / her breaths are lost over the cold, marble floor / she used to say death ain't a stranger / but she has never looked any stranger to me than now / so i think of the infinities we never had / and let them die within this one single moment / this moment that took the most of me / this moment that left me nothing at all ~

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