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Dec 2012
Concave the facade that was denied.
I'm not the percent you think survived.
It's been half a year since the love that you held near.

We wrote it down, you wouldn't read.
As Satan's voice surrounded me.
She tickled somber chords within my core.
Keeps me grasping sin for more.

Her IV drip seduction from my vein to my head.
The euphoric echo found in words that she said.
I'm gonna take you where you've never been.
Take your time my love, and soak it in.
Where we end is the road we bend.

Esoteric comfort bleeding out of your breath.
Keeping quarter from the tug of war nearing death.
Remaining dry standing in the pouring rain.
Chaotic self submission insane.

Ride with me once, I'll give you both sides.
Press my touch in places that sets rise to the tides.
Suffocate your love, it's time now to choose.
A dagger, a bible, a deal you can't refuse.
Morbid context warning as your soul splits the skies.
In the worst situation everybody will die.
Your decaying naivety that you've come to know.
Even if you wanted to you couldn't say no.
Jonathan Wood
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Jonathan Wood  33/M/Home?
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