Who knew that bloody hands
could feel so soft
Lips tainted with substances
shouldn't be so fun to kiss
contaminated lungs
shouldn't say such wonderful things
a guilty concience
should never be so intelligent
but those blood softened hands
the chemical-sweet lips
the tarnished poetry
the bent wisdom
is far more lovely
than soapy-clean hands
hard with inexperience
Lips water pure
unflavored and bland
spotless lungs
with meaningless words
and unblemished minds
dulled with misuse














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moob
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May God help me if I ever have to use my art...
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