The “gothic” girl you sit next to in math
Has old scars running up and down her left arm...
I'm in this London place
You can vanish without a trace...
I haven't felt this close
to an anxiety attack in months...
Unpolished and living
in poverty...
Without foundation, we unravel like a woman...
Like a man without his whiskey...
Mute voice
bound upon an...
Mental anguish
suffocates my...
A cocktail of genetics with cosmetics,
This is the beauty that is held so dear...
A train ride home from the city calls on many...
Sydney is a big place and too busy for dreams...
It’s become common
practice for us all these days...
No news is good news
apart from the car garage...
The history of walls
it's a proven fact...