⌞сan I hide under the ribs..?⌝

愛

made of rain, ashes and cheap cigarettes.
he seems to be breathing,
but there's no vapor coming out of his mouth.
there's an icy lake inside.

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♱ They weren’t friends. They weren’t lovers in the conventional sense of the word. They were two extinguished souls, exquisitely complementing each other in the rotting void of existence. Selflessly healing each other. Sverently licking the burns from cigarette butts extinguished on the body of one. Kissing the tender, damaged skin of the other, from another torture with rough fists, half-empty glass bottles, if lucky, not with a cracked neck. Luck was rare, though. ♱

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死に花が咲く。

🌃

belated April trifle.

⤹ z z 𐰁 ── ୭ ̊. ᵎᵎ

ᯓ English is not my mother tongue. Iʼm just a chill girl🤟🏻, so there may be grammatical or spelling mistakes..

ᯓ★ The song is meant to better convey the atmosphere.

ᯓ This is pure fiction!!, for entertainment from the reality of being for a while, please don't take it seriously!

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