Kate Brunotts - PROJECTIONS
Even with all of the colors
I couldn't draw you yet
She's a forgotten lover
A summer to forget
I get a little queasy
In my god complex
But your blood is holy
So mine must be the best
Singing every night and my lungs aren't get stronger
I'll punch you in the face if you stay a minute longer
Misunderstood, so connected
Turn everything I feel into projections
Written by:
Katharine Brunotts
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