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 others' 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