He said, Can I call you.
No, don't call me just text me the f**kn lies.
Because everytime i listen to your deep seductive voice, I find myself dancing to the symphony of every syllable of your sophisticated lies.
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that poisonous, serpentine tongue
its arrowed, cadence - so hard to resist
even whilst kneeling, in the ruins of its devastation
maybe
that's why Van Gough, just got rid
of that betraying organ: for hearing
maybe
less dramatically, that's our only option
too
just, squeeze-in those Airpods real-tight
blast
our music of defiance, real - loud
and hope, that eventually our brain
will shut-up, about those missed calls
as well
(an insightful yet fun read, thanks for sharing)
Thank you🙏
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