She speaks the language of religious perversion

my name for no immediate escape

seek the bricks stacked on acceptance

we masked eachother with whale souls

inching for the false pretense in mirror

fire's of black astrology

burning the sun in harmonic ice

come sculpture the moral sodomy

between laughter the winter insane

we never turn on the lights

only to redeem the fear in our eyes

with a new set of hands in the room

it crawled up our necessary reduction

how primitive the source

knows body to invade ridicule

the secrets exposed by intimiacy

and you're still waiting on the stairs

shine the toxic line

my dear little secrets

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