covered in cloth, layering pale skin
in my night summer sweats
where do I begin
something is always unsaid
within your rich eyes
something unread
you'll never understand until you read it outloud
that's how beauty works
away from the crowd
I am sick of lying
hoping it will inspire my mind of beatiful stories
although i am not full of beautiful stories
this stories will make you sick
of the coward i am
so miserable, go fuck your best
because I am down and out
and now i dream of the rich eyes of a boy
who started this nightmare
played in my heart
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