her world

in the sanctity of meticulously dreams,

meant to fracture the loneliness, nicely

triggered by some beloved memories,

you're labeled as the addict i play with

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on the pavement of whispers, absently,

your team of longing takes a little walk

and whistles in my pulsation's rhythms,

just as once, when we staged our ritual

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i'm a she or her world as a love's tenant

lured in a sly game, bizarrely transparent

in a situationship without situationship

inspired by an effect without final effect

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scratches' traces mapped by my scars,

percolated your charm to other's charm

as i exposed you as a fabricated oddity

using algorithms that cheat algorithms

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my innate style is an aberrant architect,

nonchalantly negotiating any limitation,

just to pacify your mind, for isn't a gaffe

if you feel explicit thrill due to my mood