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The anti-thesis of my Self
Steps quietly through the burning fringes of my mind
Over the strewn rubble of morality
Around the charred remains of guilt;
And suddenly, there you are.
The reality of it all--
You, Me, Us;
Coupled on the stairs
Like two faded porn-stars,
Blooms thickly outward in a pulse of blood.
-Hearbeat/Transmission lost-
Evaporation takes me, breathing me deep into your psyche
I want to be lost,
But reality snaps,
And again, I am no closer to you
Than I ever was

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