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#bullfighter
You are a series of red flashing fabrics and I am a Matador thrusting myself into you over and over and over again I know it is nothing but pain and embarrassment and yet it’s so natural to me to proceed with these actions You are a red flag I can spot from a mile away glistening your sequins in my face and I cannot stop but ram my face into yours I know you bring me no satisfaction and I know I will never win against you in these battles and yet it’s so natural for me to hurt myself for you
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 2:42 AM UTC
The Matador of Heartbreaks
The devil sits at its zenith Hell’s warmth embracing a bead of sweat escapes both the man and the beast locked and circling waiting waiting waiting until one leaves alive both man and beast want to show their bravado one charges one waves and dodges both smell death’s breath a crimson river starts to flow and the dance is repeated until one sits on Charon's boat or is pulled by death’s horses but in this dance both have tripped and fallen death is overjoyed in the afternoon
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
Death in the Afternoon