my heart stutter steps around the edges of your mean spirited affection...

hopelessly intoxicated by your indirection.

Slow motion horror scenes left unseen... keloid scars cursed to permanently bleed.

Enslavement comes to mind... but first let me confess: I am a willing particiant.

Drawn to my demise by a crooked smile and hyponotic brown eyes.










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