Wide awake.
There's a city in ink,
On her breast.
A bright dancing world.
Behind those eyes.
I was cast for breaking.
Unmaking.
Hard as glass.
Every bit as brittle.
Swing hard my love.
You might get through.
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About Me
- laurbot
- Born in Brighton, raised in Brighton; now I'm spending my life trying to drain the poison from my bloodstream. I want to get away with being an artist and nothing else.
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