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Chaos magnets
::9:16 pm::31.08.03::

I played with poetic magnets, and the results matched my mood.

I fuck gangsta love; sound/silence/nothing on anything. I feel rain/fire/memory champagne; dangerous, addictive, body fuck/contagious beginnings, essential end - mind me, underneath you. Never space/sky/sympathy. Apprehensive; beautiful; my real drop, without. Against, between, shine, speak, touch. I comply; this mysterious uncalm, dance to believe. Kiss to kill; you were my key. Our noose.

Maybe some day my words will make sense to more than merely myself.


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