does love taste like iron?
like the metallic tinge of fear?
does love taste like salt?
like the unconscious stream of tears?
is this all a dream?
maybe nothing more than a façade?
or is the iron on my tongue
just a reminder of one who's flawed?
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Flawed Kalopsia
Poetry❝ when your darkest nightmares, become the streets you aimlessly roam ❞ :: a collection of poetry, drabbles, thoughts and other miscellaneous writing pieces from yours truly. cover by @chuuniichan
