You walk naked in the winds wearing my skin
stitched with the salt of Sodom’s threads,
and the dark is licking me with hungry tongue.
“Get back, get back to where you belong.”
In the stygian of the vault
where the rats feast on god’s toes,
and your laughter scabs my wounds.
“Get back, get back to where you belong.”
As you wear my soul like a bladder
pissing bones of my matter.
leaving foofprints in the snow.
“Get back, get back to where you belong.”
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Get Back To Where You Belong
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Hi
Life is mystery and finding the secrets of life we need to have patience but patience itself should be not life
Jessy Jacob ❤️
Thank you, Jessy.