

ThirstI am a fountain though I'm parched Thirsty for what I can't have These lips are longing for relief Waiting for the pain to itch and scabThirst


Lineshard cold lines they separate these cheated boundaries they draw me and you split into polars from the black blue they paint these empty faces these nameless people in disrepair these hard cold lines they fantasize but never get me anywhereLines
Undone
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Love, Marion
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