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Mar 2015
I couldn't taste a thing
until I found my tongue’s native soil
until I buried you alive
and preserved you
in the mountains of my mind

I couldn't see a thing
until I lost the thing I sought after
until I noticed you alive
and drowned you
in the rivers of my mind

I couldn't hear a thing
until I found the undercurrent of your words
until I forced you alive
and smothered you
in the caverns of my mind

I couldn't smell a thing
until I found your body ripe with hesitation
until I perceived you alive
and manipulated you
in the wind of my mind

I couldn't feel a thing
until I found the merit of lust
until I ate you alive
and sunk into you
in the soil of my mind
yokomolotov
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