Istanbul
de D Low
your gift horse has brought flies
and the stench is unbareable
i'm left with no option,
but to embrace apathy and loneliness
hoping that i die
i took a train to new york city
met a guy who i THOUGHT was pretty
tiny strands of skin could never hold a whole
begging to nurse its mouth to health
strip the skin from the inside out
you didnt think they'd notice
(you looked them straight in the face)
i always said that we'd watch them die
(you looked them straight in the face)
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