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A Boy With Roses

On dark nights I feel the serotonin of the orgasm, the heart palpitations, the underlying symptoms, the violent awakening. Double entendres in an AA meeting. I am your organism. I gave you a home, a place of worship. When I'm gone look at the sky and see me as a seraph. The receptor of the cellular surface. Listen to the piano playing. Feel the sadness, the aching in the heart. The stillness of the water. Come to me. Love me like it's a ritual, I will never let you down.  

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2021 14:10
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • rebmasters

    'Love me like it's a ritual' - gorgeous words and imagery



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