(no subject)
she hides behind her writing,
the feeling is uninviting.
breaking down into guilt,
invading her life, which, she thought was rebuilt.
just another bump in the road,
only it's as difficult as an operation code.
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tell the music to save me
to rub it's voice over my shoulders
glaze it's non-existent lips down my spine
& run it's fingers down my arms
then back up to my neck
relax me, seduce me,
recreate me.