si fas est,
Thursday, February 8
everything i used to love i now hate
low-set superior
tied off to the moon
feed me experience
with your red red spoon
those days when a tiny waist was graceful-
those nights were a waste-
i find it distasteful, with one look at you
one view of your loud eyes-
that rapture azure blue
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