the blood in this body grows stagnant

we were given the negatives, but

there's nothing to develop them with

inside this darkroom

i'd be happy to project them tiny

blurry purple and blue

on the wall, but there's no light to shine through

your face is sacred like i'd thought it

radiating hatred through this space, drizzling love thick with disgrace

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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