Falling from your tongue comfortable lies religiously pure carefuly crafted to chip at the veneer of my soul laying it bare to your cruel transgressions while the poison of your words of answered hungers and desires bruise my eyes craving from them reflections of your carrion grin feeding me festered memories stealing my dreams as you feast upon my sins.Birth sign: Libra
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