circles.
one poison to the another.
this sleeve still reacts
to the pheromone presence
in unwelcome ways.
circles.
so break the pattern for a second
to lower our defenses.
one poison to the another.
i am so bored of myself,
of this sleeve,
& your halfassed insinuations.
it is beyond me.
my control
moving towards
sharp edges.
metallic, stinging taste on my
tongue.
circles.
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