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Bruised With Pleasure
I, him, we collided
Further into the depth black pitch
Pragmatic blinded oblivious I founded
Illusion found real putting adrenaline over fear
Mix the hate, the lost fire for love
Arose burning us we are roaring
Surrender to our masters kneeling before them
They touch our heavens we melt like chocolate
We are one, a masterbater
Mold our liquid, excelsior.
Further into the depth black pitch
Pragmatic blinded oblivious I founded
Illusion found real putting adrenaline over fear
Mix the hate, the lost fire for love
Arose burning us we are roaring
Surrender to our masters kneeling before them
They touch our heavens we melt like chocolate
We are one, a masterbater
Mold our liquid, excelsior.
Published 6th Jun 2015
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11th May 2016 3:13pm
19th May 2016 4:28pm
I wanted the poem to be like that but yea it's not descriptive enough. Thanks for your honesty :)
