My noose necklace
tightens more by the
second..
tightens more by the
second..
and soon..my throat will
constrict and suffocate
the remains of my
conscience..
constrict and suffocate
the remains of my
conscience..
As love (that broken
flower)...grows more
painful by the hour..
flower)...grows more
painful by the hour..
(and I'm left alone
to drown in my nonsense.)
to drown in my nonsense.)
j.stephen.h.
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