Bright
can't exist in this world
of shattered
little
c i s c o s
r s r s
bits of what
dreams used to be.
Light
will never cross into
the
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
down place
that this has become.
Happiness
f
a
l
l
s
a
n
d
SSLLAAMMSS
Flat onto that harsh
mish-mish-mash
of nothing but
disgusting
death
and shattered
itty
bitty
pieces
of what was
me
and
you.
Author notes
Comme tojours, Apprecier.
~~FlawedPerfection~~
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