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Doe Dec 2024
My desire-
No, my compulsion to consume cannot be for those who cannot care
Its all for my dear
Its she who captures me
And its she who cannot control me

To show that im capable of caring
Ill ask of her to show her cartilage
And captivate me with a cup of calcium

With caring words
Ill ask my dear
Wont you make a mess of my clavicle
Capture my cerebellum in a cage of your cardiac muscle
Smash my cranium into the clutter of your capillaries
My cigarettes tossed in your your carpel tunnel

Cannibalism is my confessionalism
And i must confess, my dear
I dream of your canines in my cervical spine
This curse i carry will consume me whole
But for you, my dear
Ill make it a personal show
Google clutched me so hard for this
Doe Nov 2024
She, in his eyes, is no art
She, in her eyes, is the water in the cup
She wont be your mother
She wont make you a father
She'll give you milk to fill your cart
She wont help you when it falls apart
NURSE SHARKS ARE SO
CUTE
Doe Nov 2024
Femininty is what drives me
Compulsions are what guide me
The mirror gives me glares graciously
The scale weighs me generously

One day my hair won't fall to my thigh
The strain in my throat won't ever dry
My skin will pale and stretch and mold
My eyes will stain glass till I turn into something bold
Its so shallow and i pulled it out my **** 10 mins ago ill make it pretty later bc writers block is wh
ooping me

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