Burning Dice
The leaves have this curl to them
Racing past, golden hues like wisps of a horse tail not yet fenced in
No more stiffening of this black substance
This is more beautiful than pleasure I read
One by one they fall, taking the last year with them
Away from me
Candy apple red
I want my lips to match
But I can only see the glow around me
Shedding its skin and full like everything else
It helps me molt then retreat
I'm so sick, so fucking sick of being humyn
Racing past, golden hues like wisps of a horse tail not yet fenced in
No more stiffening of this black substance
This is more beautiful than pleasure I read
One by one they fall, taking the last year with them
Away from me
Candy apple red
I want my lips to match
But I can only see the glow around me
Shedding its skin and full like everything else
It helps me molt then retreat
I'm so sick, so fucking sick of being humyn
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Writer(s): Rorik Abram Brooks
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