Severed fingernails beneath the teeth she bites them with,
A silver
I know all the things that people say I hear
Air blows through doorways,
Shadows swimming in your eyes.
Fingerprints line the
There's a mouth on the ground,
Out of breath, out of
Sometimes words disappear,
In relation to what's there,
And you don't say
Welcome to this melancholic town,
she said with a spaced out
There’s a place,
Where the worn becomes the new.
Few people know
Colors all tainted and bright,
In this room on the edge
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