(jotted this down last week, i almost kind of like it...yes.)
Shall I rot inside of you?
Crying this river, games
and dances in your eyes,
the stones of copper floating
against a sea of nothing.
Shall I pretend...pretend again?
Those, so hollow, you, so empty,
and I so scared of what
may lie beyond this river's curve?
---Joy--- |
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