How are you stirring the cauldron when I witness you pick at bones?
A Vanta Vulture, adulterer, two toned subliminal whispers into minds whilst watching Ophelia’s flowers undress.
I will not allow you to treat me kind, I will treat you with the trickery of remorse that forces you to stick the fingers you write with down to your voice; so I can finally stand face to face with you and your thoughts.
Because I really don’t suffer you, you suffer me.
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