Manifest

A Poem by Velour6

Under my best Sunday dress

I'll need a kiss to make it better

I can break my own skin

and scratch your's raw

You are my excess

I read the black letters

My bad fortune is in

Come and do it again

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Added on April 18, 2015
Last Updated on April 18, 2015

I like to write poetry that makes no sense, but nothing ever does more..

Implosion

Anything