Pt. 6
Diseases buried deep in the blood
Damnation upon the poor
Their birth a curse, existence blotted
While aristocrats stay grandeur
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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.
XIX - HOMELESS
Pt. 6
Diseases buried deep in the blood
Damnation upon the poor
Their birth a curse, existence blotted
While aristocrats stay grandeur
