MY DARK THOUGHTS….ADULT CONTENT

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Lost split, twins dismissed….

One in heaven, the other in hell, didn’t

kiss and tell…

I loved you then, and I love you

know, shall we make a truce our

one vow?

I, was never vanilla…..

more like shadowy greys,

pondering disarrays….

You, with a funeral glow, death

in tow….

I, drawn, walking on the edge, you with

a razor, how my skin would slice, dice,

as you pieced me to you…..

Together we became halos and

horns, the cross adorned…..

*Picture taken from Pinterest*

 

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I can still feel him on my

lips from the night before…..

bitten…bruised…..

*Picture taken from Pinterest*

 



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