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  • Coiled
    In the twilight of a sibilant heart
    spinning mouths
    embroider silk embraces
    from the sky of impersonated longing.
    Eggshell gestures
    barter cankered covenants
    as the snarling flint of skin
    grinds against the whetstone of lustful danger.
    When pain becomes a broken hunger
    who is the lover, and who is the knife?
    Confusion. Turmoil. A decision has to be made. Is it my heart or my head that speaks.

    Fistfull of xanax
    rip it out,rip it out

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