Counting Constructions

​I’m shedding in numbers

Dying in slumbers

All people remember

Is what I did last November
I’m running around bushes

Watching as every season rushes

People sit on my heart and

Stab me like a pin cushion
I’m in love with destruction

Ruining self construction

I’m becoming an inconvenience to the devil

Because I’ve fought off more than he bit off

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