Beautiful box
Deceptive shell
Do they know your illusion?
Can they sense your core?
The eroded, rotten reality inside you?
Beautiful box
Why your inside hemispheres are polarized
One tactful
one cancerous, dreadful, cunning who slithers it's sad grip, rotting potential fruitful half, smelling worse and worse every day, Till there's nothing left but foul decay.
beautiful box decenegrates.
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Author:
jubilantjessi (
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