Shadows spun tough upon words fixed like spiderwebs-each line laid design with hidden intention,Writhing across space built perfectly as if traced. Sticky traps written in cursive, dig into my surface. release each letter, paragraphs skillfully woven like hard hitting verses, seemingly hand chosen to break through what most call of me frozen. I'm just half broken-internal divergence- Bruised knuckles and my palms dripping ink. No need to speak, your eyes tell me all the darkness you'll never speak.Word maker, run your fingers over my swollen dimensions, feel each letter threaded like common collisions, bad decisions sometimes taste delicious. Listen, a misconceptions sharp like a surgeons precision, pretty words be my favorite prison and I'm starting to think I'm addicted to the stitches. let's risk it, glutton- through you I ache for nothing. we both like pushing buttons, forbidden lovin-slow self destruction-
by nova
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