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Wednesday, August 22, 2018


Her forked tongue slithers from her mouth like two razor blades...

I hide behind the corner shivering with trepidation...

Her love. Her love is nothing more than tattered hollow sentiments;

lost in translation long ago.

She weaves a tapestry of vague riddles and lies; seducing me...

Incising me with small breaths of fond memories.

That light that resided behind her eyes has been stolen and

replaced with nothing.

I am now only waiting...

Waiting for her attack...

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