Flowfree 1

Toxic

Rocket

My heart

Needs to stop it

I’m losing all sight

From the current night

Yelling at me

Won’t make things right

Blind to your words

Come show me some verbs

Walking away won’t cure a thing

Playing like a harp,

My nerves.

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