Warning!
Not a poem for
The squeamish!
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"How it works"
Boundary lines are breached
Pain is arbitrarily served
Nerves placed on a torture rack
Love stretched in opposing directions
A new vocabulary of meaningless words
Punishing piercing looks of content
In a mindless separation
Needs remain unfulfilled
Fractured realities
Something to share
A second chances of lies
And somehow
Broken trust survives..