There's something about morning -
how it pretentiously promises
perfect Polaroids
and purposely paints
the promiscuity of 'u' away.
You left half a shadow,
shards of shame
and the complete mess
of a coward -
And still
you're stuck
with psychological incest
and an infamous reputation
of internet whore.
Oh yes,
there's beauty
in broken colors.





just teasing hun, 


















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