Teeth dread

Missing teeth
Horrid beginnings
I live for horror
Terror of the void

We’re all looking for something
Escapes, danger
Both can be the same

We’re all running from something to something
Our versions of ourselves are higher than we
Flying higher than any kite
But lower than lows
The more we dread

Writings from the cafe. Part 1. // B.T.

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