Sad Labels:
clarity
,
dark poems
,
frailties
,
introspect
,
sad poems
,
sad poetry
,
weakness
loyal beasts gather their grins.
the perpetual fever of touch,
digs sweetly in their hardened bones.
in chafing skin
and ugly distractions.
curious monsters,
chew on the empty pockets
in abandoned rooms.
the distance is sour
as it coats our lips.
in raw betrayal.
we bite into the fruit,
even as our skin is ripe
with so many treasons.
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