Labile


sirens of screaming insecurity sound out the quintessential fear
of our insatiable selves.

the sweet shudder of aftersex siphons us anemically as we
disintegrate into an absence of a soul.

not a vacancy, you velvet vivacity.

bathed in your sick shadow, you excited an

icy impression.

can we share a scar?

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