30 Seconds In My Room.
dirty carpet.
plastic hearts,
the colour of fresh blood.
a lovers refusal.
a crickets harmony.
the chill of august before its pain is unleashed.
biting nails and tongues.
feeling pins and needles on a left hand.
on edge.
off topic.
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