You're so illusive. I assure both my implosion and Explosion upon your capture. The basement of my chest fills with wingless butterflies just off of the thought of you; heavy. Where do I go from here? Where do I go To There? Me force feeding myself false predictions of normality only heightens my interest. Where do I go from here? Where do I go To There? I Lust You So Much; more than you'll Ever Know. I'd make Beautiful Noise with you, only if you promise me the sweet sting of your Seduction.
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