If they dusted your heart for fingerprints, would they find mine? Would they find my DNA upon your lips left behind from our last goodbye kiss? Would historians ever be able to find evidence that I loved you? That you Loved Me? That you. owned. me…
If I could, I would fathom myself into a constellation I would lay my body between the heavens and the earth just so that if you ever looked above you and said a prayer to God I would make sure he hears you.
I am a hooker for pain pimped out to calamitybecause tragedy seems to be the only commoditythat’s suitable for my trade. I strip tease insanity and lap dance to sadnessI pole dance for an audience of fear and anxietyI give an erection to suicidal thoughts because life is hard.But through the difficulties I give head…
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