When It All Falls Apart.

In the darkroom

[[filled with fleeting fancies,
desires that you can’t possibly
escape
from]]

(don’t even Try, darling,
serpentine ropes around your
neck)

the shreds at your feet
thoughts that echo in your mind

blank.

there, but

no longer.

by Perfection Is Flawed

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