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bittersweet madness
leaves my lips bleeding lust
if you knew my ashed-coloured memories
would you colour over my canvas?
could you possibly erase my mistakes
and paint my world again?
could you mold me into your own work
and keep me from breaking endlessly?
or would you only lead me
until you've turned completely over to hysteria
and choke me with bittersweet madness?

In Poetry