Rapport
Another hole adhering into core,
bruises shiver along skin torn,
taser electricity beyond physical amour –
a simply fallen graceless: hurtling out of biblical folklore,
because you retain a kings' title isn't reason enough why I stay wistfully sore,
What conclusion depicts I for exceptional scorn?
keep tossing feelings like a toy about the room within insanely abusive rapport,
Can you give a days' revenge a rest?
let mine eyes reassess,
not leading an avoidance anyway – anytime soon: I assure.
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