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Pale Walls – a poem about………

I get all, distorted as you stare at pale walls what an obscure numb forcing me down into the dirt

You like me, distorted aroused when I hurt such a strange dead buzz holding tight as you fade into the dirt

We’re entwined and, distorted our faces blur into new colours then I laugh at your frustration as we swim into the dirt

Times up, distorted your makeup is smeared my clothes are a mess this crazy ride crashes into the dirt.

#Love #addiction #desire #unity #selfharm #poem #poetry #lifechoices

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