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compulsion

  • Lanae Fyne
  • Jul 11, 2018
  • 1 min read

Anticipation erupts through the paws of my skin

And executes any vivid thought at the back of my mind,

The persistent flow of time bears no change;

Only the steady beat of footsteps.

Yes i know all decks have 52 cards:

Four suits, hearts, clubs, aces and diamonds

i crave balance

From time to time id lock the door then lock the door some more

I say sometimes what I mean is most times, realistically every time

She kisses me on the cheek only for me to feel nothing but urge for her to kiss the other

However, she doesn’t mind if i always ask if she’s fine

Or if both blinds are symmetrical

Or if the books are aligned

In a world full of chaos, nothing makes sense

To control something, wake up at 12am

Shower

Dress

Undress

Dress

Drink

Twitch, twitch

Careful… don’t make yourself sick

 
 
 

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