you cut through my soul
with a white-hot blade
scarlet and crimson
dripping from black wounds
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your touch is like poison
it kills so quietly
only painful
for the ones left behind
YOU ARE READING
insomnia
Poetry❝i don't have insomnia. i can't sleep because im thinking of you.❞ ➶ ➷ another collection of thoughts and poems (and, occasionally some quotes).
