søndag 24. desember 2023

☆ decorate ☆

can't feel my arms
hungry hands
twitching fingers
am i holding a knife
or holding the air?
clenching a gun
or clenching my fist?
its a present
a suprise
a gift
i never know
when i'll decorate my skin
when i'll decorate the walls
but i know i will
i know i will

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