I've an ache inside my head
too far back to reach
and this thing I can't grasp
is the only thing I keep-
the tiny moths of undying decay
flower before my touch
just black rainbows
this is madness
so dispose of your hope
or I'll do it myself
just as slowly
twice as hard
all over you
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 30th, 2026 15:57
- Category: Sad
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