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eyes on his palms, he puts his hands up
he sees me run, not walk away
his love feels the same as pain
black alchemy that kills
so that i may give
the phoenix rise
inside me
i burn
out
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.


Comments (1)
A beautiful nonet.