Pale written words transparent with inconsistency; gloom.
To devoid the master into a matter of spectrum; whisper.
Wine me down and make me fall.
Swoon me with your desired masculinity as I sit here with battered eyes full of gold flaked flour.
Hush, hush now.
Your breath is a paradox to the words that slip out; conspiracy.
Jump for joy, jump for life as your eyes bounce into blurry doubles; lies.
Burn your vision into the tunnel and see no more.
Prance for the fibers that hold the beauty within her finger tips, swallow the raw heat with which you delicately sparked out of compulsion; reality.
Forgive the person I grew to be; not you.
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