guilt trips & misfits
throwing fits & doing splits in mid air.
we bipolar, multifaceted, got many faces
& too much purpose over here.
we clear spaces & land
to farm energy &
demand form to form new specie.
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like grasshoppers at your neck,
long jump over correction;
respect me for exactly who i am.

i have so many words at my own careless display,
so many means to express
and so many questions.
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i have ends loose that crave connection,
ends cut that want so badly to be ******* again.
i have bruises on my knees,
cuts at my wrists
and demons still begging for another taste of righteousness
at its peak...
so fine,
so sweet.

my juices flow openly,
please never let go of me.
spill yourself and
let your scent linger throughout my depth so that i can find my way back to you.
this energy speaks for itself,
sometimes it takes full control,
full throttle
with cheat codes,
to unlock my beast mode...
i will always find my way back to you.
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my essence can heal you
just show me the real you.