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Clawing at my eyes
Just to get a glimpse of you,
And licking the razor
To remember your taste.
I've shoved roses up my nose
But you're made of smoke.
Everything's pale in comparison
To the stars bleeding in my memory,
And I'll spend forever
Trying to catch you again.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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