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Where my affection grows
and if that means
breaking open the
cage of my chest
- then so be it -
some may call it
superficial
but the form of
my feral mouth
piece is always
speaking us and
sacred refuge
into existence
that's what makes
her mask rests
so beautifully
The passports of
our souls came
together
and then together we came
breaking open the
cage of my chest
- then so be it -
some may call it
superficial
but the form of
my feral mouth
piece is always
speaking us and
sacred refuge
into existence
that's what makes
her mask rests
so beautifully
The passports of
our souls came
together
and then together we came
Published 29th Oct 2016
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