Lost in the daze of unfathomable darkness,

Further away from crystal streams.

Tearing away from it seams; lovely tender hearts.

Far from what it seems.

The rebel is her name.

a savage to be made.

Pull it out of me; the heart is no more.

“Watch me skit it against the stones….”

A piece of meat filled with unsorted scars

Bleeding on the stones of earth & mars.

She is the outsider.

 Teenage angst is screaming over the wasteland.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋



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