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Lips so bittersweet kill me in my sleep A taste so heavenly leaves burn marks on my cheeks Scarred by our romance the heavens bleed Onto silk white sheets
"My theory is entropy. The reason for my hearts stuttering beats.The only explanation for my scattered thoughts. Thoughts that hide at the edge of my subconscious,Eluding me when I need them most.
As I grow up, (I never promised Peter Pan) the imbalance of chemicals try to right themselves into what will be, is me. So if I seem louder, so if I find it uncomfortable
He's the character of man who thinks himself kind and generous until it's all that he is— a gentle touch, a loving caress. Prick and squeeze, penetrate and hug. A single finger.