to every empty room

January 12, 2018
By lucygun BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
lucygun BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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To every empty room
a world of painted plaster white
Bit lips that bleed too soon


Stay, breath strong through the fumes
And love until you fall into the night
To every empty room


When life necessities are strewn
To become some form of light
Bit lips that bleed too soon


And through your lusters lonely tomb
Through a fragile broken fight
To every empty room


To every fate signed and pre presumed
To every loss and every lacking bite
Bit lips that bleed too soon


Until we reach our bodies noon
Until we break to bird bone flight
To every empty room
Bit lips that bleed to soon



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