Your polite indifference swallows like acid disguised as cherries, acid carve deep the dusty corners I forgot thinking in me as someone else.
Sweet acid you get through my eyes like the jolly reflection of the moon choking the water. Hypocritical misfortune who rushes to lick my hands thinking yourself as a miracle.
your image burn my darkest me, as my darkest me bends when you speak only to me, when the only thing your mouth do is speak even if in my mind it can do a million things.

with the love of a student for JVC

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