It appears your pantaloons are ablaze again I wish I knew what purpose it serves for you For perhaps then I wouldn’t be so offended So taken aback at every turn I question my investment The time it takes for the words to spill from your lips To the time they strike my ear I [...]
Your hand on mine is like fire It warms me, reminds me of a life I knew before Before you Before this Now I know for certain the sensation is a lie The feeling burns within me It threatens to consume me with rage, with disgust I barely recognize myself, I have stooped so low [...]
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