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This incurable habit of faith
Leaves nothing to be desire Or maybe when all's done and said You'd took it upon yourself as my soul purveyor Not an indiscriminate feeling to spare Not to taste, kiss, tear, or leave myself bare Is it the time, consciousness, or failure? That of everything of mine you've convinced yourself must gather...? a slip of sigh, a sliver of startled smile Deniable in the most perfect way I feel it's time we come to an understanding I'll pretend I never see those vowels you're consciously mouthing Never one for counting the amount of your eyelashes Or how they fall soflty, gentle on your curved cheeks like verses Your unmoved stare versus my suicidal persuasion We bound ourselves, bleeding off in this car crash attraction |
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