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flesh the mirror of my passion the skin rises as the hand falls to touch this part of me to you eyes close as the hand dissolves into a mask of muddled ecstasy unto angles who fly on the tarred wings of mistake tarnished halos... singing my anthem the bloods pounding rhythm this dream the nagging defect of my heart mirror splinter, splinters off reality on the fringe remember. remind. that face so close my skin dimples breath of dreams blows down my neck rivers, blood surging through my desire. recall. decline. hand slides along the ice in those eyes. emptied by regret retreat. my love dissolves the break on my back who is around my neck? these hands to you what ever heart we have left autonomy on a chain link i become the exiled lover the slave in the corner the secret between our hearts boils bright shackled to a time where fantasy flies us that never existed never together. never apart.
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