For people into signs
asthmatic leather jacket
leftover cloth of the apocalypse
i kneel on my knees and with adjurations
my charm makes out with your stitches
"please wear me", i know you do it well
needles pierce through childish skin
a vaccine i never did
now owes me a punch
nausea spells my name with a boner
singing songs of suspicion
i know you have attached
a dagger into my spine
a curly haired heaven faints
as the doctors aspire for new customers
and green windows contrast your rosy cheeks
a man of red pepper raised in corn
those unreachable ressurections, those salad days
the pavements stated you know me well
bianca, draw me a portrait as i laugh
i know you will do great
exhilarated scorpios never survived (a) cancer
anyways
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tell me about it. cancer with scorpio rising here.
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