And
Below
A warm chest
Pressed worn out lips
Grazing the shoulders
Of the mass destruction,
In moment’s sight of fury
A tug begged release along with
Aching sighs, I understood the flow
Yet no one warned that the room would draw in.
.
A note hummed mildly in the still dark air,
The air drew out with minute’s linger
Holding space from one to ‘nother,
Two kids bound by senses of:
Duty and upbringing,
But self-destruction,
Magnetism;
To flee far,
Could I
Now?
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