you’re always gonna owe me for this

to give you what you thought you wanted
I had to suppress myself.

experience ambiguous/
elevator music of the soul

no spark, no fire
limbs corpsed

I love you enough for this.

when you tell someone they can have
anything [except]

they will head straight for the
tree in the center of the
garden.

face dripping,
hands shaking,
triumph staining their teeth like

blood

 

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