Pt. 1
I'm bleeding way too much warmth
It's causing too much harm
Naked and vulnerable to the cold
Icy fingers of a fever strong in its hold
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S A N I T Y
Poetrypiece by piece our skin will tear our hearts will burn our love affair where do we go when "lost" is the only thing we can grasp? let blood bleed and ink spill.
XIV - HOMELESS
Pt. 1
I'm bleeding way too much warmth
It's causing too much harm
Naked and vulnerable to the cold
Icy fingers of a fever strong in its hold
