Poezie
delayed
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fake your breath, on tremble lean.
shut your mirrors, haste downscene
angry habits, anxious lay,
don’t smile too fast, don’t die today.
i’m coming now. i will return
i’ll raise a pyre, feelings burn.
i might be dead, i might be here
don’t let me close, just fill with fear.
cut my skin and patch your soul
cut off my mask, unleash the ghoul.
for every step you wished you took
will gently stab me, easy hook.
the ones you hurt, the ones you lose
cigars you waste, the dope you choose
the nauseous morning wakes,
the lonely nudes, orgasms you fake
are your gift from fate above
the sweet echo, delayed love.
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[don\'t wait for me. i won\'t be home.
my shade is far in hopeless roam...]
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