in tangled sight my reality is lost inside of itself the past fades into muted perceptions and the moment continues to slip the beast once bound to my sensitivity now is the last effort of my survival trying to gorge itself on past intimate surrenders mauling their imprints into sins of desperation black veins milk the shrinking accents of destined impulse the memories of our haunting Yale Street quiver through me something i had held with comfort and awe as your whispers found my ears through the dusk i froze with your words universes expanded through your eyes i was submersed in the ambiance of feeling creation between us such purified happiness is fasting devastated by panic and greed the faster i try to reclaim it's salvation the faster it slips away rummaging through more second guesses this was how I remembered it pleading in confusion to determine if you had been there inside of me - that also leaves me empty the scorched remains continue to distort and i am loosing myself to the beast finding these words under my tender balance with final breathes that i still recognize knowing this might just be words again to you.Birth sign: Gemini
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