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Isabella
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
