Perfection Of An Ugly Sight, Refinded In The Memory Of An Imaginary Lover – Wrapped In Words

From the tips of my fingers to the soles of my feet I feel you eating away at all I am, twisting yourself inside me, trying to overcome and become me, thrusting with each movement, clutching at everything with each thrust, tearing your way inside, becoming something new, wearing me like a suit made of flesh, wearing me like the fool I’ve became, twisting yourself inside me, forcing all I’ve ever been out into the light of day, subjecting me to a revolution beneath my skin, showing the world, showing myself who I am when all the noise of this world goes away..

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