Cracked skull his eye twitches
Every ounce of paint thickens and dry’s
His centipede fingers curl around my back to make sure I’m still there
Educing me enchanting me
Green eyes in the black light strewn across his lop sided bed
Awake to shakes twitches and speaks
To Wake up Only in my dreams
dying girl holds dead boy
CLOUD RAT/M
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