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Alluring dark-brown mysteries Extolled her imperfections Blue-gray serenity Kept their time-bombs ticking Fragile and dismantled upon arrival His jaded glass dark as night What presented simple But came from IKEA Manifested anxieties left to fester The organ’s sound halts in whiplash One-day shipping An expensive return label Ominous unresolvable mysteries Words which passed once easy Now traversing trapdoors Her reflection looked suspiciously good A pulse with the force of a hurricane. “Would you like to be my power of attorney?” A small crack in her mirror inched… “It would mean ultimate control, dot dot dot” Increasingly noticeable nearby foley Warnings of imminent danger And a stream of cunning blood running… A lip line with a hook In a padlock’s darkness Denies her golden key “All lights out.” Sweat pours as her shadow contorts Dimensions of her familiar safety, enclosed And a whisper from the blind… “For me.” Golden Skies Black Eyes Burning Desire So Magnanimous — It’s hard to breathe. You could just choke… Ingrained. Articulated. Manipulation. Covertly watered and tended to after dusk A Stockholm Syndrome Food-Chain Insecurities… No Security… Overworks… An Overworked Vessel… Into Silence. 𝒞.𝒫.ℛ.   ❁   7.20.23
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Jul 20, 2023
Jul 20, 2023 at 1:05 PM UTC
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Alluring dark-brown mysteries Extolled her imperfections Blue-gray serenity Kept their time-bombs ticking Fragile and dismantled upon arrival His jaded glass dark as night What presented simple But came from IKEA Manifested anxieties left to fester The organ’s sound halts in whiplash One-day shipping An expensive return label Ominous unresolvable mysteries Words which passed once easy Now traversing trapdoors Her reflection looked suspiciously good A pulse with the force of a hurricane. “Would you like to be my power of attorney?” A small crack in her mirror inched… “It would mean ultimate control, dot dot dot” Increasingly noticeable nearby foley Warnings of imminent danger And a stream of cunning blood running… A lip line with a hook In a padlock’s darkness Denies her golden key “All lights out.” Sweat pours as her shadow contorts Dimensions of her familiar safety, enclosed And a whisper from the blind… “For me.” Golden Skies Black Eyes Burning Desire So Magnanimous — It’s hard to breathe. You could just choke… Ingrained. Articulated. Manipulation. Covertly watered and tended to after dusk A Stockholm Syndrome Food-Chain Insecurities… No Security… Overworks… An Overworked Vessel… Into Silence. 𝒞.𝒫.ℛ.   ❁   7.20.23
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