07/03/15

07/03/15

It continues in a dream
A beam
So small you’d think it was never meant to be seen
Lures me in, chest forward, chiseled chin
Wall nearin’

A sense of
Sin
Dysfunctional genetics
(t)-Win?
Dysphoria kicks in
Strokes of black cover my skin

Indulge in the lips, the neck
Pulsating heels
Blood runs
Speck by speck

Cyclic motion of sentimental glances.
Tip toeing around forgotten chances
Oh, the unseen dances
Where is the need for romances

Breathe, feel
Exhale, peel

This is a dream.
It is not real.

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