got your initial on a gem on my teeth
make me suffer, make my knees weak
i wanna kiss ya till our lips fall off
give me you, give a goddess some love
i wanna go extinct with you in my arms
shelf harm, no harm, no fall apart
a death of a thousand suns
im here till ego becomes my gun
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if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
