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โ› ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š›๐š’๐šž๐š–ย  โœ
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๐šŠ ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š‹๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š› ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐šœ๐šŒ๐š’๐š˜๐šž๐šœ๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ, ๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šž๐š๐šŽ, ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š’๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜๐šก๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š™๐š‘๐šข๐šœ๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š• ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ, ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šข ๐šœ๐šข๐š–๐š™๐š๐š˜๐š–๐šœ ๐šœ๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š—, ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—, ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šž๐šŒ๐š’๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ.

โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€เฎ“เน‘โ™กเน‘เฎ“ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ

my skin burns,
misplaced feelings rocking and reminding my body
of their thirst to be felt;
my molten heart is all but too weary to feel.

i'm scared to sleep
for this love hits like a psychedelic dream
cursing only the open eyes,
and i stare like my life depends on it.

i breathe
half heartedly, basking in the pain and glory
of him holding me,
pleading the clock to not devour the moments.ย  ย 

my eyes water
with the love i push and pour through them
leaving tear-stains
of my rabid rues and guilty obsessions.

his voice echoes
like a radio almost tuned to the correct station,
only just aimless-
but the blow never misses to touch me by.

he commands me,
his whispers falling like sordid stardust on my neck
as i tremble;
he commands me to yield, to yield, to yield.

the love burns
my skin, clinging to him in vain with a doomed hope
of respite and reprieve,
with him playing me whimsical, surreal nightmares.

at some point
he puts me to sleep, loosening his grasp on me,
leaving me in a tangle
of unfinished fascinations and a flooded passion.

i dream again
this time of the memories and the past of pain;
they haunt me;
and my weary heart sighs of our unlived lifetimes.

โŠฑ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€เฎ“เน‘โ™กเน‘เฎ“ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โŠฐ

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