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Author: Ivy Thorn
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-29-04 - Updated: 06-29-04 - id:1651474
You have to breathe the sludge.
Thicken your lungs.
We need you.
Breathe.

We are this city's demons.
Guillotine for responsibility.
Set fire to all obligations.

Inhale.

Your shame is unacceptable.
Just be my moral anchor.
Seek and destroy these Tycoons.

Exhale.

Writhing steel mates with concrete.
You midwife for their soulless.
Raise the tower to bring us down.

Inhale.

We are the Temptress.
Think of what we can do.
Forked tongues don't just flicker.

Exhale.

Monochromatic perfection lies
Here. You make the meal.
I'll binge and purge this town.

Inhale.

Don't be a porcelain doll.
Fragility is an indefinite fatality.
We urge to break your face.

Exhale.

The architecture is quivering
She weeps with self-pity.
Let's give her plenty reason to.

Inhale.

Your repercussions are my rewards.
We manipulated your sufferance.
But I don't share well.

Exhale.

You have to let our infection go.
Free your system.
We broke you.
Fall.



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