the good guy turned inside out... for the heartbeat to show its sound... flipped n opened up... once touched by luv... inner content laid before eyes that wonder... exposed by hunger... felt from the outside looking in... reversible skin... thinned n sinking beneath the feel... learning of what is real... fluctuating on the toss... going inward on the return with a loss... giving away the matters that make no sense... up goes self made defense... friends unrecognizable as strange... no more repeating of names... gave back to bottle up... lacking trust... needing to work on the hidden untold... digging in to the center fold... nude to relations caught off guard... opposing secrets roaming as chard... depths faking the return unhealed... bad gone worse set loose on heels... inner momentum gaining ground... slipping twisting homeward bound... reaching under the surface unfazed... pulling out truths to the changing of the face... emotions torched like a wild fire singed... seen in true form jus wanting to live... grabbing at life allowing it to be... afraid n drifting with the breeze... interior walls tell it all... reasoning with faults... flaws polished with facts... wondering of how long of the last... from the prior to the new... asking who is who... coming out to resemble appeal... again with the attempt to peel... removing the shell as eyes follow the show... tad bit more grown... the easy one rearranged by false encounters of a different kind... getting down in the middle of life... tearing away from the rotation of luv'rs... unwanted as jus another.... looking beyond the texture... witness to the pleasure... moving on with the release of needs... jus trying to fucking breathe... placed in hands clawing at the chest... wanting to feel the pulse of self's best... unnaturally reflected in a backwards sense of trading fames... lit by passions flame... waiting on time to remain unchanged... advantage on the balance of switching lanes... riding the thumps allowed to vibe... the marvelous one betrayed n awakened by the hype... ripped out so hidden intent has no riddles that define hope... falling in luv with the mysterious to cope... reclaimed by motions flow... listening to moans...
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