The gentle blood beating dripping wet.
So slowly.
So deeply.
So intentionally.
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Dreaming up a life you never lived.
What it would feel like.
What would you see.
Senses flowing through your body like a finely tuned instrument.
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A legacy left to rot.
A therapy session left silent on a pad as the patient continue to lay on his cot.
Dear man, please going on.
Don't stop when you think the end is getting near.
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Death delivers this unconditional kind of message.
You will feel pain as you have never done before be warned.
Your most inmate soul has been forever lost.
Indeed in the last moments of love it does burn something great, something fierce straight into us.
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This is a true 1. alexithymia at its greatest.
For me my words are like poison.
And with each sentence it becomes an object of ostranenie.
Walking into the jungle of vagary.
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Your making sounds but I can't understand.
A mental block.
A child like depravity to endure.
Alluring are the thoughts of this lustful desire.
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The piano plays in the background so subtly.
Is it even really there?
Barely noticed?
A metaphysical entity.
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Battered are the episodes.
Dreary eyed cold candy.
Brandy placed upon stick.
Taunting all the while you can't have it.
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The dog of days roaming and eloping.
A courting to the next.
The complexity it takes for the head to rest.
Loves tranquility ignored.
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Strength to the bitter end.
The monster shivers within.
It is how it began.
Waning are words to ever satisfy.
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