paranoia..with gilded wings embraced her..tonight the salt of your skin is all hers..today like the toopretty red sunset..she believes in the promises of the knights and the nightless stars..her sword gleamed a bright silver..yes,she wanted to immerse herself in one isolated strip of the dusty road..she wanted your smile to be all hers..she refused to step outside your universe..she didn't.
dangerous white birds hallucinated..her tiny,afterglow of nightmares..sobbed,buried herself in pointless grief..The Insides curled up.. despairing..she prayed for your night sky..she curled up and slept..comforted by the throb at the right side of your throat..she holds onto you..the massacred insides quietly die..
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