gushing like oil or hot steam from fissure
i am the well she, the wisher,
coins leap from her fingers, spindles of lust long digits full of feeling
and i have none...
this composition my confession
my omission and obsession, nightly purging session
corruption in corpusles break bones tear muscles
burn stem cells with devotion synapses set into new motion
illiterate alliateration, emotion constipation
petrarchian compensation not a new sensation
salvation just assupmtion, ascention not withholding
feet constricted on the ground
stuck to ambulitory motion
lumber through composure, explosion just a smolder
shoulder to the boulder feels a whole lot older
lungs filled to capacity god i wish it wasn't me
but god hasn't listened since i fell into captivity
nativity a memory this girl has got the best of me
million fishes in the sea
no help cause i'm an oddity, a mammal
not aquadic, episodic she's erotic,
expell what i extract replica exact, in fact
sinew will contract and cause this heart to crack, broken heart smashed back original shape and left intact
blue eyes left black holes inside my heart's walls
new guys she takes home my romance my downfall
corrupted heart strings feelings bring the strong sting
so i sigh and go on that's what we are built for
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