picking
startfires always leaving me with nothing to say
warm to the touch
appalling is the pull that smiling greywhiteblue eyes have on my shifting desires
always changing
sometimes shaking violently and erupting
bleeding and vomiting
my words contradict me
my thoughts wander...
feeding on moments that most take lightly
they mean everything to me
falling over themselves backwards
white flesh writhing under the sky
shifting and reversing
until i hate with such a vengence
what i have once chosen
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what's it to you?
who go
blather
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