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Zealots will adore you as they forgo romanticism for coercion as they offer their insecurity stemming from insidious roots, a hardwired smorgasbord of rejection, remorse and resolve-less apathy they can barely stomach so they get high, but never high enough to make ecstasy drip off their sycophantic tongues. They aim for the stars waiting for by-proxy fantasies to be fulfilled hoping that talent can implant by osmosis through transposing kisses you’ll want to scrub away in the harsh light of day when you want to forget the regret but it’s sat right there along with the denial that it’s more than just about holes filled and hours killed that you were more than just a body to strip and **** with only a façade left for protection. It’s called sex-positivity, apparently don’t say what you mean make them feel special, spin a tired old narrative because you’ve got nothing else to give then take it away in the harsh light of day pass it onto another and pray that they’re naïve enough to believe.
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:54 PM UTC
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Zealots will adore you as they forgo romanticism for coercion as they offer their insecurity stemming from insidious roots, a hardwired smorgasbord of rejection, remorse and resolve-less apathy they can barely stomach so they get high, but never high enough to make ecstasy drip off their sycophantic tongues. They aim for the stars waiting for by-proxy fantasies to be fulfilled hoping that talent can implant by osmosis through transposing kisses you’ll want to scrub away in the harsh light of day when you want to forget the regret but it’s sat right there along with the denial that it’s more than just about holes filled and hours killed that you were more than just a body to strip and **** with only a façade left for protection. It’s called sex-positivity, apparently don’t say what you mean make them feel special, spin a tired old narrative because you’ve got nothing else to give then take it away in the harsh light of day pass it onto another and pray that they’re naïve enough to believe.
AmeliaVPoetry
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31/F/Manchester, UK
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:54 PM UTC
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