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water was flowing,
suffocating,
increasing a thirst for reality.

footsteps echoing
inside the mind,

the pitter patter
of saplings
forcing themselves

into the
broken state
of mentality

scratched and bare,
melancholy filled,
a stare void.

the tonality
of obsidian
scrapped air

one by one
came crashing down

blood trickled
from the wound
leaving a mess
of maroon.

the sight enclosed,
the sound muted,
a whisper broken


on the once
pure ecstasy
it was written in liquor,

the altercation
was clear
as day but
dark as
night.

S A V E M E
from this
F A K E L O V E

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