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You'll Never Be Free

  • smokeandmirrorsllc7
  • May 8, 2022
  • 1 min read

I am gun powder in an hour glass, waiting.

I am broken glass in the candy bowl, waiting.

I am razor wire in the wild flowers, waiting.

I am fire.

I am water.

I am passion.

I am frigidity.

I am action and indolence.

I am love and indifference.

I am hate and hope.


Press your kiss into the dead fish lips of another.

I dare you.




 
 
 

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