dear all (oh my melancholy whore)

it's all about you

dear, all.

i know where you are.


who you breath to

fooding with

walking around like

a shallow eagle

aim with noshame

think, you gain

lose without pain

carrying your shoulders

hold your breath and thoughts

watch me with the side of your face

your lie and post


more than you think i do

all your melancholy

and most of all

you're still a whore.