Poetry
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Living in my thought-
Where-
My face is made of glass
I throw stones at me
And that heals Fantasizing-
To bulldoze my bones
To drink a glass of acid
To burn my flesh until it looks
Ugly ugly
Yes it's me Finding nothing
To smile
To sleep
To write
To weep Got a dream
Got only fantasy
To break me to hit me to burn me And not to die
Suffocating suffering feels good
Pain is my lipstick n it looks
Dhu!
Where-
My face is made of glass
I throw stones at me
And that heals Fantasizing-
To bulldoze my bones
To drink a glass of acid
To burn my flesh until it looks
Ugly ugly
Yes it's me Finding nothing
To smile
To sleep
To write
To weep Got a dream
Got only fantasy
To break me to hit me to burn me And not to die
Suffocating suffering feels good
Pain is my lipstick n it looks
Dhu!
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