Wednesday, May 27, 2015

It will stop. Right?

The echo
the echo
and the aftertaste on my tongue
and what you leave behind

I spilt the drink

on my new dress
on my new dreams
the echo,
the echo

Everything around me is

dying
The music is too loud
and the echo
the echo

I think,

I need a bigger knife,
to kill the strangers in my head
and the echo.


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