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the torture must end eventually


youre the one they warned me about.

the sunkissed skin and glistening lies

roped me in.

the beauty of your basic words

brought me to life.

your dumbfound expression

made me laugh.

youre a beast of a boy,

the kind that kills

that rips you apart

that steals your soul.

i cant wait to be shed of your touch

                                         of your words

                                         of your mind

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