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Mist-minded, clouded thoughts Can't seem to focus, or keep rapport Importance is relevant, irrelevant I dwell In this cartography, well-drawn Hell Zipped up lips, verbiage tripped The spoken, delivery, edge unclipped Harsh and cold, worn limestone Regardless of polish, I'm overgrown What feels real is this heart of steel All else surrounds, of fabric, of gown Dressed up nice to masquerade False-tipped smiles, dead parade. The forge burns true, just underneath My love, my Sun, I shall bequeath Hardened and cold, aftermath of the craft Add a little heat and reveal my heart.
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May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 9:05 PM UTC
Smog
Mist-minded, clouded thoughts Can't seem to focus, or keep rapport Importance is relevant, irrelevant I dwell In this cartography, well-drawn Hell Zipped up lips, verbiage tripped The spoken, delivery, edge unclipped Harsh and cold, worn limestone Regardless of polish, I'm overgrown What feels real is this heart of steel All else surrounds, of fabric, of gown Dressed up nice to masquerade False-tipped smiles, dead parade. The forge burns true, just underneath My love, my Sun, I shall bequeath Hardened and cold, aftermath of the craft Add a little heat and reveal my heart.
Reality can feel like the worst illusion, but when it fades, my heart awaits
#love#fog#smog#viseract#illusion#steel#dissociate#heart
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26/Trans Female
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 9:05 PM UTC
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