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๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
โฑ โโโโโโเฎเนโกเนเฎ โโโโโโ โฐ
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.
โฑ โโโโโโเฎเนโกเนเฎ โโโโโโ โฐ
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