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Apr 2017
He colors outside of my lines,
he keeps me from going crazy
because he makes me insane.
He acts so generous with his hands
and his tongue dipping into me
has me enraptured in his carcass full of life.
This fantasy motivates me to reach his star,
to reach my most demanding dream.
He pushes me to Hell
then shoves me back to Heaven.
The beauty he’s inflicted is a good pain
and it’s blossoming from a bud to a rose;
the thorn ****** my skin and I bleed.
Will you love this part of me?
Will you own this part of me?
He’s turned into an hour I cannot forget.
realistically i can't leave now but i'm okay as long as you keep me from going crazy. inspired by "lover is a day" by cuco
Written by
acacia  F/orbis
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