sky turned to poison
Did the sky turn into wet inkAre these stars letters,The universe could never sendAs if the midnight swallowedAll those starsOr do my tears paint everything in sadnessOr did the sky turn into poisonAnd every drop tastes like,The words It swallowedLike needles pressingInto its tongueThe wind looks quite miserableThrough the ribs of nightAnd the moon hangs […]
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