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My blooming peach.

Love is...
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Purely Physical
When You Wield The
BLADE.

no more speaking
i know you love to drown me in your words
but hush
breathe me in
let the silence fill the room like oxygen
embrace the nothing
let my lips tell silent stories
hold still and you may understand

Should I be proud
That after days of no sleep,
I woke up and didn't
Remember sleeping?

Should I be proud that
The Devil woke next to me
And wouldn't look me in the eye?

Soft flesh flowers easily
tomato-red and over-ripe
to spill, in runnels,
a warm mirage.
Delusions
never reach
parched lips, but
taunt and I love
the torture enough
to lick up
the dust of this
wasteland.
At the gates of Eden,
I thirst,
a sinner barred
from forbidden fruit.