Poetry
Bored Poems for Dead Souls.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Taste
Wake up
With the taste
Of night in your mouth
Pungent and weird
Maybe you bit into
A dream in your sleep
Now the dream blood is on your face
Smeared like makeup of a clown
But you look so beautiful
So fucking beautiful to me
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