Devious Journal Entrythis flesh, the beacon for his sins,
to touch and taste the blade,
innocence pierced by red hands
a groan of ecstasy
rivaled by a lifetime of pain.
inhale the air, tattered by the smoke of a cigarette,
cough up the dust
and breathe out new hope for yourself
Dios de Milagros da me fuerza.
Oh, and how did your finals go? I hope well. I don't know about you, but I'm so relieved to be done with this semester.
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