in the name of, the
sobs
and, the
screams
and, the
sinof attraction
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my mothers love
your eyes dart to meet mine.
your lips part
twisting,
pulling and plunging
my soul
floating into the last stroke of my pen
and suddenly, i know
my next subject
conditional constricting cruel
a love like no other.
end
silently hum of the
click of the
tickle of my
thick in my
regret
