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the taste of winter.
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"the sky is your favorite colour"
"i know."
we have tongues like cinnamon, and
i tell you that i dont believe you anymore
because your eyes are like noon, and i
hate noon. and i want you to know that
i dont trust you anymore because you
keep me in purgatory when all i need is
clarity, whether it be in heaven or hell.
but our tongues are of cinnamon. and i
need to mourn, but you keep me alive,
alive like fresh coffee and cold air, but all
i want is sleep. and i need to tell you that
i cant breathe anymore, because my skin
is like sand, and i hate the touch of sand.
but our tongues are of cinnamon, and i
tell you the sky is my favorite colour, and
you hiss to me;
"i know."
"i know."
we have tongues like cinnamon, and
i tell you that i dont believe you anymore
because your eyes are like noon, and i
hate noon. and i want you to know that
i dont trust you anymore because you
keep me in purgatory when all i need is
clarity, whether it be in heaven or hell.
but our tongues are of cinnamon. and i
need to mourn, but you keep me alive,
alive like fresh coffee and cold air, but all
i want is sleep. and i need to tell you that
i cant breathe anymore, because my skin
is like sand, and i hate the touch of sand.
but our tongues are of cinnamon, and i
tell you the sky is my favorite colour, and
you hiss to me;
"i know."
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'and i
need to mourn, but you keep me alive,
alive like fresh coffee and cold air, but all
i want is sleep'
...
Mirror of my life somedays.
Just so great Nighttime. Thank you.
need to mourn, but you keep me alive,
alive like fresh coffee and cold air, but all
i want is sleep'
...
Mirror of my life somedays.
Just so great Nighttime. Thank you.