waking mixes
an ideal omen
hushes rusted
renders a broken message
it reads "never leave"
magnetic pulses noble
courses soft
and the lights blurred
each delicate drug
flowed through
my face is too open
my mouth is absurd
ur staring and
mines madness
kissed by purity
every word
devoured and
every word
free
take me
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