Young lust
Words rest on scales
Wounds left in mouth pretences
Hard wired senses
Skin covered with trenches of the war inside
She opens herself like a womb
In denial she opens herself
A brittle door shuts the pain out
A subtle headshake
A twist
A break
Blood bleeds better in lit rooms
Feed someone else
Mask fools self
Time adds up to nothing
Wicked birthing
Twisted offspring
She opens herself like a womb
In denial she opens herself
A little more shuts the pain out
A headrush Young lust Words rest on scales Wounds left in mouth pretences Hard wired senses Skin covered with trenches of the war inside She opens herself like a womb In denial she opens herself A brittle door shuts the pain out A subtle headshake A twist A break Blood bleeds better in lit rooms Feed someone else Mask fools self Time adds up to nothing Wicked birthing Twisted offspring She opens herself like a womb In denial she opens herself A little more shuts the pain out Explain Request ×
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