without thinking, without breathing, without blinking

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repetition
paranoia
my brain will stop
69 is the number of crimes
inside my head
once there was pain
in bed 
I beg myself to, please, do not stop
do not mess it all again
poor rhymes
poor pills
such a baby
to face the thrill
deny and lie
scream and cry
until the kiss is ill
with the bloody valentine
that licks me
blessed fingers
and holy mouth
pleasures inside the box
shaking bones
and caressing the thorns
around the wrists
to watch the pulse cease
my favourite season
is the winter, of course
but nothing like spring
when stomach and liver bloom
spiders and butterflies
by the way, you again,
butter me under your sheets
whisper me 
our dirty rules
grab me at the feet
close to your ears
inside out in your arms
I feel like I disappear
No beer
Wait for wine
You put fire on my mind
I love when we are
face to between the thighs
Pardon
if my writing is too much high
It's just because I'm constantly
afraid to die.

you and me, we are just our hips

dark and twisted like Meredith, 
I choose 
to twist and shout my hips on yours
and to break the glass of my memory.

a toast to my dirty grey shadow
moving deliciously slow
during the meeting of 
bodies and no soul.

a great lover
has just escaped from my stomach
to lick you from head
to toe.

would you give me the pleasure of
one more night
to let everything go?