no, i am a mess

oh dear,

i wish we were wild.

the salt from your tears tastes like

acid on the tip of my tongue

the blood from your veins tastes like

sin on the tips of my fingers.

i,

i am insane and you,

are beautiful.

 

 

 

 

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