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216. ♡ Flattery ♡

I think we can all agree, That to strike another, What do we call so? Violence. Perhaps I'm teetering a thin string. You're allowed to object if you want, I'm not afraid to fall out of line. I've hit the ground enough to know, A broken body tends to heal. So do broken hearts. Still, allow me to interject, Although the heart may heal, Attacks against the heart? Those too should be called Violence. If you poison that glass, No matter how sweet the drink, Only to leave as they hit the floor, What do we call so? Violence. Words can soothe the spirit, What if they were part of their play? Magicians would be proud. Dreaming up a future, Promising to commit, A vanishing act unsaid. What do we call so? Disinterest. Not all scars are visible. When hurt is unseen, What do psychologists say? Trauma. Once it's a habit? Disorder. I jest. Habit? That would suggest, Others didn't force it... No harm, no foul. Death from internal bleeding. So why not call it so, Violence? How d...
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215. Ghosts Who Breathe

Conventional wisdom states, When someone stops breathing, It's a sign that they're dead. The logic is sound, Yet there's no denying, Experience tends to differ.  Do you hide in the comfort of rationality? Or take a peek in the metaphoricality? Would you humor me if I say, "Goodbye" signals passing away?
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213. Doppelganger (Sprinkled With Charm)

Give it a smile, Give it a wink, Give it a reason to be riled Like there's someone watching. Be charming, Be like a superstar, Be on your best behavior, Because there's someone watching. I can see you pressing those intentions deep, Making me feel like some big ole creep. Anything to penetrate her heart to seep. Give her a little anxiety, Give her a little addiction, Give her a reason to never leave Like there's someone watching. Be alluring, Be like her oasis, Be everything she wants you to be Because there's someone watching. Newsflash, You're in the spotlight, So no one misses the action, But where's the camera? Watching you mess up. Watching you misdirect her truth. Watching you watch yourself Like everybody's watching. If I'm watching me, Who is that who sees? This is getting really stupid, o geeze. Why is my persona such a tease?
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214. Bitter-Sweet

Taste of the ick. When close you're a prick. Is that how you get your kick? Is this another box to tick? Taste of the sick When lips give me a lick. When it repeats like music, Is when I can no longer pick. Taste does the trick
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212. Open Wings

As if ice were grating my skin, My feathers become a blanket, But the cold makes no contact. Is it safe to walk out of my den? No warmth despite fingers in my pocket. Constrained by futility as the light in me retracts. My wings chain-up my spirit like cryogen. How do I find the strength to unlock it? It's easier if I gave up the will to act. But I crashed headfirst to murder evidence of my sin. I asked Death if Hell and I would make a good fit.  "Who said God judging was a genuine fact?"
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211. Magic Eraser

You might think it's normal To erase the words That caused your hurt But crazy To erase the joy Too So it gets to your name And it's no more So no one remembers.
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210. It Was So Easy

Like I didn't have to hide, At least far by much, The words from my voice. But initiation wasn't mine, Simply reciprocation. Who's to say, Engagement didn't lead to my Excitement for participation. A pink rose to distract, From the hand that pushed. Blinded by memory, Perhaps I forgot, It was tragically difficult.
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