elena Velinsky (16 years old. / Australia)
Abundance of Empathy,
Seems it won't be a Future Regret.
I'm Semi Nocturnal,
Dyslexic as hell,
Seeing your name in dreams aswell.
You've made my Blood Red Beetroot,
into the Prettiest Organ.
So pretty it's now an Undonatable Organ.
Inevidentaly committing a Legal Crime,
into Gutter Grime.
Narrating from a Matress,
holding my Mind.
Right now wishing that I were Blind.
That you were Kind,
enough to not Grind,
My Beetroot into Rind..
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