the poison blisters from my skin
seeking its exit into the summer breeze
i wait,
for a friend, a love, a dream
the sun burns my eyes as i look for
answers, making them water
black makeup spills down my gleaming cheeks
as i squint, seeking hope, seeking peace
begging to be itched, the poison reaches
for a kiss, a touch, a moment of [...]
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