what is your opinion?
On Youth
Broken bottles and fallen leaves
Wingless pigeons and porn
Burnt skull filled with our ashes
Mother, I have a gift for you
It’s called pity
Use it when your hair falls out
Father, you found my ketamine
I was so surprised
That’s when I thought of your gun
We took photographs
Silk portraits on steel
And set them ablaze
Cherish your self
Men have died for lesser things
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