a misfit in your eyes
dress code: devil’s disguise
lean on your shoulder
to smoke, weep and die
eternal life support
would you be so kind?
all the people breathe for you
the world spins on your command
selfish afflictions push aside my affection
spiralling in an ongoing rejection
both hands gripped on your waistline
tilted like pisa in the vanilla kitchen
give me the glory i possess for you
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Author:
tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) (
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