Toxic Beings


United States
40° 47' 34.8864" N, 74° 19' 24.7944" W

I realize now that you are a toxin in my air That I love the way your fingers get caught in my hair That you are a gallery of art But you also hold a switchblade close to my heart Please don't scream because it's not over I was never good with tears streaming down your shoulder Hold my hand until your cheeks are dry Because I really never want to say goodbye.

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