… for it matters to me than it matters to you. Caress me, soft and timid I am, hold me in fatality and bruises until your last peck. Show me how to indulge myself in a way that I could recognize my subtle heart no more. Guide me along the tips from the dim void of my senses. Fill me with the words I need but I’d never give myself, because I’m only good in self-destruction.
Fill me – for today, I am at my emptiest.
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