MY eyes are tired.
That which i have kissed
is everything upon your head
and religion of flesh.
i accepted everything.
Now my mind sweats losing
thoughts — broken legs.
i sleep inside the sewer
of your bed in all it’s dirt.
fallen sun. broken moon.
where once we had fun.

:: 04.04.2022 ::

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