Love in lovers lost. Like hand in hand in solitude. The land is fraught with plague and haste. Rotting away in hate and disgust. Brown muck and black tar, slowly eating away at the layers that sting beneath the heart. I am what im not and Im not what I am. I am lost. Love in lovers lost. Forever. Feeding off the sticky waste that eats away at my vital arteries, killing me from the inside out, bleeding me from the outside in. this is what you do to me. my seeds do sow the grass from thy land. Thy land of the red. The red contempt.
Hand-made gestures of the unforgettable past. Debilitate my future with every thread attached.
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