i've been marinated by all of this, easy to chew but still hard to swallow. nnis there still a trace of silver inside the crushing cumulus above? nnand it fits that i pretend the ceiling is your face, in anticipation of my next move. nn the traces of night's spackle shimmer when you brush your hair away. nnlet it engulf me in its event horizon. nn you are the perfect that i wouldn't allow myself to see. nnan angel with the widest wings who loved the devil inside of me.
Coccinella
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