ten days to sweet freedom theres a boy with picasso in his bones attached to my hand like a rag doll theres a ring with rust in its gold and its leaving this mark like a burn around my finger theres veins in my body waiting waiting to explode with everything your phone is ringing ringing like crickets in the blue night and in my dream the screen is blank and only you can see it and i cant see it i cant see it bones and rust and blood waiting waiting waiting it all means nothing.
05.01.05                                      so fucking st e r  i   l    e  .
stop plagiarism.
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