Control

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Kiss me, quickly;

Before I

Choke on your lies.

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Our

Polystyrene teeth squeak

Together, sickening the

Darkest parts of my

Sorry soul.

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Grimaces form like

Chasms, cutting through

Nerves and

Feelings, puncturing

The moment like scimitars

Of glass.

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You curdle and liquefy,

Forming

The softest of shells:

Encapsulating me, forever

In darkness.

Allowing me to drown.

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