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The years of reckoning are upon us

For four,

Five months

Absence from the kinetic spaces on my realm of being

Where you connected with mine

A connection sworn to be divine, ethereal

Except, where it was a hoax, a fib ,

A big joke about how you came from that poor saps ribcage, well a cage no doubt

One he built

Labeled :your house

Funny you'd think I wouldn't even be able to

remember how you smell, how you

****

I mean like,

**** YOU.

 

five months

, four of which are no contact

, three every waking second inconceivable

, two i miss how intertwined you and I are

One....

 

Here you stain, sit, occupy and errode

 

Places i once held as holy, safe almost

I find myself

asking pops if he would give me mercy , see

Haven't I suffered my sentence

I mean unless we go based of my genetics but even then conetically speaking

Cognitive to the act of feigning ecstasy

Because in between my legs is the only time you breathe

Trust me I know the lusterest flustered thieves

Distraught with ambiguous perceptions og me

Cognitively trepidating the energy balance of our experience together

If you're love is so unconditional ...

Why's it silky smooth running through me.. just to be easly washed away like my conditioner?

Cause weren't you the one who said to condition her..

Condole , consult,  

Convinced you had the right to assault

Violate me violently....

While I shake off this sick irony... ironically it's feeling robotic as if you hadn't made the air stiff enough.

Mr huff n puff

Blow, what

your nose?

These ******* substances right off this ****** compacted mirror

Only to be met with something connected to the reverse cranium right back lobe control center of the eyeball

Only there did i meet Faight, so high pitched screeching

Earballs sound like cicadas holding a symphony

My gut wrenching

Desperate to hold all of this in

But im too smooth from your love

So down this drain I go

Spiraling until I cant anymore.

Crash out . Nobody's got hinges anymore

Sincerely

..........

 

 

 

 

Tlk25

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