sâmbătă, 1 octombrie 2022

Wearing the Inside Out

 From morning to night I stayed out of sight

Didn't recognize I'd become

No more than alive I'd barely survive

In a word... overrun

Won't hear a sound

From my mouth

I've spent too long

On the inside out

My skin is cold

To the human touch

This bleeding heart's

Not beating much

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