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A decade worth of prose and poetry


A decade worth of prose and poetry
Writing us into pieces we author for our compilation
Word never subject to interpretation
-          we are who we are
Where you begin is where I end
In the same orbit we circle infinitely
Minding the same garden of thought
-          you know what I’m about to say before I say it
Starting raging fires, we soothe the burn with whispered sweet nothings
You take my hand, and worlds collide
A coven of the blind leading the blind
We stride in unapologetically
Do you not know what you do to me?

You bury yourself inside my body
-          each time dying a million tiny deaths
In the aftermath you quake and shake
I give in and let myself go
The most painful kind of pleasure, victim to all the feelings we can’t help but let show
You demand to know if he could ever take me in like you do
-          in my entirety I shudder
The depths of a most virile possessiveness
-          a place I both fear and with bated breath anticipate
My throat tightens
My legs a rocking chair while I cradle all the faces of your manhood
A flood and waves close enough to sweep us under
How can life carry onto forever without the likes of us?
Love, hate and two soul’s wanderlust

So wherever you go, both on this earth and beyond
Like a decade worth of prose and poetry, I will never be too far behind

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