Chaos

Protest the mainstream, judging eyes who bind illusory labels that rise as tattoos on the skin. Hug those that know order is a dream inside those who can’t take rejection. Watch blood dry on t-shirts; it’s not quite like paint or grass. Restring your soul when your heart is taken; else, it will wander toward their lips.

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