the words are all but curled up
cracked
sun bleached next to the lizard skins
its funny
i always thought itd be the cold
snowy nights on my balcony
eating cough medicine
with burnt fingers
blanketed in shadows
somethings always about to give
the trees were first
small bright green buds
poking their naive heads
from the desaturated skyline
pure arrogance
champions
i was hooked
like trash on the razor wire
obsessed
"happpy people don't write....well anyways."-cb
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