crawl under the finest rags and deem ourselves: royals
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fickle and shrivelled morsels that go by the name of dreams
winter a slip in the wrong direction and the world laughs
dear paper cup you’ve been warned of these tears
we’ve answered to the photograph with a cynical cry
how human of us to be empty and unbecoming
wraith-like storm clouds deliberate our misfortune
been dreaming recklessly and for a good reason
dusk we salvage the kind word from the storm of emotions
strange how dust clouds settle calmly in the wake of your wrath