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Apr 3
Words spill deliciously, brimming with well-intentioned mistakes and suicidal laughter.
Lick them up like ice cream dripping down your chin, sugary sweet and oh so fake.
Particular parasitic phrases clinging to my skin that you thought of so quickly.
Take my flesh; ravish it with your sharp canines and torn nails.
Play me like your guitar, musically manipulate my mourning heart and make me feel you in between my legs because I feel nothing in my heart.
Get out your anger to morph my brain because anything you make me think is so much better than this.
Need some recommendations for improvement on this one. I try new styles on every poem, this style is tricky.
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Impulse  born in fear
(born in fear)   
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