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Under your skin, I will rest, elevated on ribbed, rigid cages of ribs containing that one muscle confounding all; here I will perch and observe such a beautiful rhythm, concept of constant contractions as my fingers will to wrap around the chaos of capillaries, each vacuous vein and every attesting artery screaming as I squeeze, nails painted ebony as rivulets exercise against my sins. Your body is my rapture, yes every manoeuvre fascinates these prying eyes, I will prise apart the seams of your internal markers and search secrets stashed in genetic poetry, discover paltry physical proofs, truths of what went so badly wrong that your mind drowned so readily that you chose to diminish, turned off all navigation headed steadfast, sure and glorious towards rocks everybody warned you about; I must vivisect this paradox, venture deep within the places you refuse to look; inside your claustrophobic body covert are the ***** secrets of sea sickness, of why you chose to sink in love with me.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
Feed me your secrets.
Under your skin, I will rest, elevated on ribbed, rigid cages of ribs containing that one muscle confounding all; here I will perch and observe such a beautiful rhythm, concept of constant contractions as my fingers will to wrap around the chaos of capillaries, each vacuous vein and every attesting artery screaming as I squeeze, nails painted ebony as rivulets exercise against my sins. Your body is my rapture, yes every manoeuvre fascinates these prying eyes, I will prise apart the seams of your internal markers and search secrets stashed in genetic poetry, discover paltry physical proofs, truths of what went so badly wrong that your mind drowned so readily that you chose to diminish, turned off all navigation headed steadfast, sure and glorious towards rocks everybody warned you about; I must vivisect this paradox, venture deep within the places you refuse to look; inside your claustrophobic body covert are the ***** secrets of sea sickness, of why you chose to sink in love with me.
ella-gwen
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
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