in the breath of a buoyant thought, your traces which caressed me softly, are bulldozing now, bestial mirages 𓇼 you walled me in watermelon sugar to look like an altar, where you love to kneel, sniffing thru my laced hints 𓇼 even your oceans gasp inside me, using thrilling brutality of a butterfly, woven with the litany of your teeth

Do you know how the devil tortures a soul? — It leaves it in the waiting line… burning up then guards slyly to see how you will alert any creature trained by your handmade ego.