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A literal metaphor A stationary dancer A frozen river An agreement of rejections and denials Love makes the world turn grey Love makes my arms turn red Chained to the musty bed Chained to the lifetime subscription of guilt Lips quivering, legs shaking The humidity of the moment trapped in my mind Oxymorons in compliments, discomfort in moans The heat of your breath corroding my skin The blue walls reflected in my water-filled eye Ripped pieces of thin black satin stacked in the corner of the room Dark, rough hands stripping away my consciousness Lighted candles in the dim chamber exposing my caramel skin Is this a mid midsummer night's dream if this nightmare haunts me everytime the mirror stares at me? Is this a Disney fairytale if this tale drowns me in disgust?
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Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC
"Don't worry baby, it's going to be okay"
A literal metaphor A stationary dancer A frozen river An agreement of rejections and denials Love makes the world turn grey Love makes my arms turn red Chained to the musty bed Chained to the lifetime subscription of guilt Lips quivering, legs shaking The humidity of the moment trapped in my mind Oxymorons in compliments, discomfort in moans The heat of your breath corroding my skin The blue walls reflected in my water-filled eye Ripped pieces of thin black satin stacked in the corner of the room Dark, rough hands stripping away my consciousness Lighted candles in the dim chamber exposing my caramel skin Is this a mid midsummer night's dream if this nightmare haunts me everytime the mirror stares at me? Is this a Disney fairytale if this tale drowns me in disgust?
meetingtheflowers
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Kuala Lumpur
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC
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