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Amygdala

*forever; anti-never

and I sever hearts that measure

not so clever, my hands tether

butterfly flutter, changing weather

birds of feather, my endeavor

open kevlar when I met her

cupid's quiver, better get her

stupid picture, wet in gutter

letter lover, better ever

let her, love her, now or never

red her lips, that make me stutter

yet her kisses, soft as butter

hands together, soul that suffers

empty vessel, no more clutter

enter bodies into blender

piece by pieces all dismembered

open heart you let her render

cut her heart, and made her tremble

nothing left, feeling better

nothing left, I can't remember

dreader, just another pleasure

deader, just like sunken treasure.*

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bradley-yencer
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May 7, 2015
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