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To pit me against these holes of a mind —
a spiralling pit of contemplation; the value of words
Proclaiming to this ruin of yourself —
calling her mine; this intellect is a field of mines.
And I must warn you,
should the mind veer to the left,
while the heart strays to the right,
It heralds nothing but your own demise.
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 10:54 PM UTC
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To pit me against these holes of a mind —
a spiralling pit of contemplation; the value of words
Proclaiming to this ruin of yourself —
calling her mine; this intellect is a field of mines.
And I must warn you,
should the mind veer to the left,
while the heart strays to the right,
It heralds nothing but your own demise.
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