i want to make sense of my internal appetite for complication
the alluring desire to sink in nerves that shake the skin
it's a mysterious thing
the lust to confuse
the dusky night brings seduction of a kind that i like
my fingers seep through and i feel like some kind of transposed mystic
petalled skin flushed a dusty purple but too sacred to touch
a soiled rose lays on the damp dirt
there is no end for my immense wanting for _____________
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