Each building is alight with bruised souls
glowing in unison
the world is bigger and broader
underneath the nightshade
we ravage ourselves without mercy
(pillars of society)
fragrant with lust
who are you?
behind door number two
hidden behind the curtains
your thoughts brewing
embers to the clouds
we will never be finished.
your body is a factory of reckless spaces
beds without bodies
unwelcome in your forest.
you can’t fence me in,
and I can’t keep you out.
I wish you would look at me with that same desire for warmth.
We will never be finished.
M.
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