Dirty pleasure...
smell your body whole...
inches and miles...
the instruments of differential distances...
I would rather walk away, behind you counting rosary beads...
It only made sense once and now it's resurfacing needs...
the taste is unforgettable...
even after living in the past has caused a rupture...
)interuption(
structured falling out...
one eyed reason for the treason...
two faced mass appeal...
duality can never be undone...
this is vengance...
but you'll call it by another name...
desperate times, call for violent messures...
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