Disobedience
Her whom screams with personality as she beats its disbelief into the minerals love use to feed … crying over what her indiscretions manifests, chocking to a mathematical persistence the inditement of her limited experience.
Pills quiver off teetered lips, poisoned cries of an empty pride floods her belly with lies. Scented foam of shamefulness kick at her from within… radiates lullaby’s, lactates talented pain and spirits of the religious, call at her by proper name.
Fatherless in such freshness, clinched to a mimicking deviant, I beg of her to splice her wrongs and rights, as I would like to snapshot this frail disobedience.
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