You're beauty and barbs in bed sheets.
pleasure tossed up with pain... you freeze heat.
You're the reason frostbite's a burn...
take my body, I'll learn,
of burning as bitter becomes sweet.
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an empty space for me to throw thoughts in// a hole where i spit w/o feelin the sin// conscioulsy ignoring the lack of coceptual worth// a sactuary for my pathological birth// Spawing the vast space between insperation// finding the best work so i can display them// i'm not justifying my need for expression// just amplifying my worth with this session/
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