only tears collide making the most beautiful gift that unwraps itself. on the carpet i see, shadows of lovers and monsters giving themselves to nothing for all the right reasons. splatter death on the walls, the gutters of our lives.
full of nothing and overflowing. none of you have the right to complain. so stand up and fuck me.
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