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To My Chest

we love

but why do we?

 

how much easier it would be

only to satiate the needs

forgetting the foolish notions

of something more

the drug induced states

merely staring into your eyes

brings on

brings me

to the brink of sanity

because this tired duet

cries to die

but i can't bring myself to do it

knowing if i cut out your heart

they'll be no beat beneath my breast

you'll have come with one

but you'll be taking two

when you take your scalpel

to my chest

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manx-kronos-pragna
24 / M
Published
Mar 30, 2021
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#chest#beat#breast#heart#love#scalpel#cries#dies#sanity#drug
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