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comababy
comababyin love with the darker things
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dark poetry, part of a journey through my mind. like an emotional picture book or something.

angel

by comababy

Knee socks, sweaters, thick cotton, tea, plush.

I wear it all, I wear it always -

in summer, in winter-

to keep me warm,

when all of me is gone....

it's okay, shush

let's keep it a secret.

I cannot sleep, I cannot eat.

"Destruction is a form of creation"

Hope that's right, 'cause,

I'm a plush cotton shell, with a

.....soul that just splintered,

...but maybe that's what you call abstract then.

An imperfect chaos with spilled colour & spread lines, just

that the colour is blood and the lines are guts.

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