you hold the key to my
body up to the clouds,
letting the passing gods
see your conquest of
the crowds.
now unlock my eroding ribcage
and mend the organs deep inside,
play with my lungs to leave me as
a mess of blood.
... toy with my heart
and make me break within,
it'll make me forget the pain
of my whims.
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nostalgia | ✓
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