Tuesday

talking in third person about me.

darkness before the cold.
don't let me go, i'm getting old.
bones will turn to dust, and
cars will rust. but this love
is stronger than the color
black, and way out of whack.
so if you understand me please
don't leave. if you are confused
do yourself a favor and find
the door. this is a wild torr.

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