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LeFtOvErS

  • Poet
  • Dec 29, 2025
  • 1 min read

What a cruel winter

a one handed duel with yourself to my pictures

but her blue eyes aren't shaded with greys

diminished with dark oceans

I miss when I wasn't just a figment of your sex dreams

the body you wish you had

just a cartoon woman with breasts and blue eyes

not hearing the dialogue box full of metaphors and dreams

eat my leftovers

choke on the bloody chum

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