http://morguefile.com/creative/MarcusL

I

that night

cover the skies like blanket

that cold wind

blows a song that could melt

the last resolve wrapped around my fingers

that they deliver pulsing sensations

Extract me from the lies

of purity

II

to open my Inbox

and not want to delete your messages

anymore

because I’ve been

saddled by guilt for

too long

it’s not fun anymore

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