"Light me up again..."
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Nocturnal contrast
Of night, and white sheets.
Pushed,
Internally, your words
Traveling throughout.
Wreaking havoc between my
Tendons and skin
Looking to be pushed out
By way of You.
Hoisted to a spit
And set to burn at a slow roast
For coveting the idea,
Of You.
Blood boiled,
Night boom
Switched to perform
Solo.
Balmy day, no recompense
From the unslept night.
The grind of restraint wears down layers
Chewing away epidermis.
These tools enacted
Stand in defense of the unspoken spoil
Drifting without deadlines
To an X on the map of Never Reached.
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