curious to know as to what length this will go on.
time is running out, and yet i still lay awake
staying still against my will while someone steals what i crave?

addiction does me something of a terrible sort.

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a freshness laid upon his skin
renewing the tastes of auburn sin,

a colour loving world in which the shades do reside
with the soft taste of rain as the truth seeps inside.

something that transcends, something that crawls
closer to the center, something for us all.

sometimes beauty is found between the like,
perhaps this shared beauty is perfect despite
what the world craves, what the world knows,
despite the fact that love is just put on for show