_laying in a bathtub full of freezing water, wishing you were a ghost_
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Looking through my blood
There is a dark beauty god
Who stares with bright eyes so dark
& drips honeyed tears
I lick the sweetness away
& weep because it's painful
To watch his sadness
Heavy eyes, afraid to close
Afraid to wake up at night
& find empty walls
If you could only find me
I'd fill those empty spaces
With tinted black tears
& strawberry-red love hearts
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