we caress the shards of glass,
along the crude countenance of society.
she lives. inhales, and yearns, to reminisce the rustle of autumn leaves.
She is suffocating, by water, drugs, and compassion.
She is stranded on an island, where depressive beauty is a fashion.
A Lifestyle of malice,
an envy of amorous truth.
She sits in the asylum of her mind.
As the water and blood rush through
 
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