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May 2015
Finally,

Of course, You do not know,
the effect your words have on me.

I read them everyday,
and remnants of my past
self,
set,
memory,
hot,
to the touch.

Ablaze actually,
cause that her....
with her smeared blood lips,
that only match
the hollow heeled
blank black lies,
that fill her eyes.

Wants to say,
she knows how you feel.

She likes to come out of
my throat sometimes.

And,
I'm sorry if this,
twitch of a person

personally,
passions the same lust
of scent
and skin, scares you.

But,
She just had to say something.
Jonny Angel. This is for you.
beautyshesmear
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beautyshesmear  between humanism and word
(between humanism and word)   
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