everything frosts over
hands too
fingers shake and knuckles gesticulate
particular twitches come from Abilify
others from the creatures in my veins
hands
two
thats how many i have
one for the railing
one for holding doors
my hair is good for two things
it keeps me warm and finds me a bed
put my swag on
i meticulously curate my appearance
if i didnt they'd ghost me
cold snaps in ogden
id eat flesh for snowpants
not for me
id hand them out
i have a bush i like sleeping in anyways
shrooms w ricky after dark in the daytime
his eyes are wells i suck his soul from
angel eyes my fuel for pain tolerance
intensity is cheerios in a dog bowl and mauled necks
tell me about your lover
she seems like a chill hang
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