March 2018

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i want to fall in every sunrise.   like it's my last day to breathe.   i want to coat myself in colours.   a shining technicolour that'll shield my vision.   entwined in a bubbling concoction, hiding truths.   and i'd rather not consume today or tomorrow.   simply pacing them on the shelf to hide. bare and shivering.   stripped from any warmth. dark honesty is inviting.   it's a good job that