Hannah Capps
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 29, 2006
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Arcane Poetry in Progress
The fault of stars, trace who you are.
Veins that lead to broken chest,
vision’s stained with red regret.
You’re such a fucking botched up jinx,
Delusional, broken; but far from weak…
Don’t cry little one, breath for me,
Though you’ve sinned you’ve set me free.
The fault of stars, trace who you are.
Veins that lead to broken chest,
vision’s stained with red regret.
You’re such a fucking botched up jinx,
Delusional, broken; but far from weak…
Don’t cry little one, breath for me,
Though you’ve sinned you’ve set me free.
