McSkziofren
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She was literally fantasizing about a boy with pink hair blue eyes, deeply brown moustache, veiny arms and almond eyes... excessively gay, but here it incase any of you incels wanna learn from it:
I think of last night as an idyllic trauma
forearms interwoven with petroleum green blood vessels
almond eyes and posture bent on a samurai
copper-red layers stretched under the mulch's strands
cornea leaning into cherry red revealed opium.
He pressed his fingers to my shoulder and asked something drunk
I shivered, staring at his deep brown mustache
Crescent-shaped wound on the neck. Pilgrimage shells, he says, my trademark ...
and told me while a mass of tin gray butts drowned in the ashtray.
I asked if I didn’t understand and enjoyed being able to watch,
as he gestures wildly. He made a bitter remark about my dress
and brazenly winked blue eyes at me, then I got bloodshed
and I overlooked that his cloud-white aura sucked in.
I listed the arguments to myself, why would it be good if it cracked
the cholera yellow box of the moldy green virgin society
and I let the dubious, sweet, lustful interests come together,
I was hoping our story would have no lesson
in the boathouse I wake up to the numbness
I think of last night as an idyllic trauma
forearms interwoven with petroleum green blood vessels
almond eyes and posture bent on a samurai
copper-red layers stretched under the mulch's strands
cornea leaning into cherry red revealed opium.
He pressed his fingers to my shoulder and asked something drunk
I shivered, staring at his deep brown mustache
Crescent-shaped wound on the neck. Pilgrimage shells, he says, my trademark ...
and told me while a mass of tin gray butts drowned in the ashtray.
I asked if I didn’t understand and enjoyed being able to watch,
as he gestures wildly. He made a bitter remark about my dress
and brazenly winked blue eyes at me, then I got bloodshed
and I overlooked that his cloud-white aura sucked in.
I listed the arguments to myself, why would it be good if it cracked
the cholera yellow box of the moldy green virgin society
and I let the dubious, sweet, lustful interests come together,
I was hoping our story would have no lesson
in the boathouse I wake up to the numbness
