Nov. 6th, 2016

  • 8:05 AM
pridefall: (fml intensely | Naota)
I dreamt you came to fix me
And instead fell on shattered glass
We spent the night discussing
what that meant, every shard
Protruding from you like a knife
But never once did we try to
Pull the pieces left over
Out of your stomach
I still wonder what that means,
Sometimes.


- untitled


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