Critical heartbeats flourished down the tips of my body. My thoughts, on the verge of extraction. It is always the similar dream, the indistinguishable silhouette. Creep around a maze you've created; my brain has given up it's ability to function. Acid spills on moments that seem to been abandoned. A flick of the switch, smoke appears. Inhaling the toxins dispersed around the emptiness of desire. Inhale, exhale... I wish to die a slow death. Prefer to see you suffer while I rise above the debris. No, there isn't a smile that appears across this mere countenance. Just a simple sigh and silence of a lovers past fervor.
Stay Lovely,
Francheska Natalia
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