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A peck on the brim of your lips

Drops a dew of tar to my fingertips

I invade your land and embrace your cheek with my nails

The residue kisses down my palm and engulfs my hand

My hands accelerate down your shoulder to grasp your hands

My underarms drain as my forearms is buried in this tar

The curse they've been plagued protrude my fingers
to lurk out the texture of your back

It senses my aura and potential then demands and takes my legs

I pull you down to the unforgiving ground to wrap my legs
around you similar if to protect your purity

Your body boils mine and my responds to cool both of us off
Sweat, I wipe my forehead clean

My thoughts our clouded and my actions of love become
aggression of greed

My blood turns from crimson of life to black of manipulation

The heart drop morals and my lips part ways

I tell you I love you when I don't

I tell you we'll be together forever when I don't mean it

Though I do not, it's too late

The tar wrapped us around each other
Sallowed us both

On this day, a child was made
And the eyes were black as tar

 

-Adam. K

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