frisky face and lips strained with remnants of red wine. eyes blotchy from the sun and spears of total intimacy begin to penetrate everything thats apart of you. dripping with anxiety are you ready to sink or swim? confident with your insecurities, loaded pistol without a target.. open fire for you are a martyr. smoking cigarettes for the sake of blowing up and if you feel the rush from just one puff think about the entire world, boom. up in smoke. thinking like a madmen. uncontrollable identities and your enemies could easily be hoping for your children to grow up with addictions and bad personalities. double dipping into funny faces to make everything harsh a bit more easy. scribbling in crayon because you like the way they glide along the page and just incase you haven't gone straight insane you begin to pick at all that is inane. universal subtleties allowing you to take cover from your reality. beautiful little nothings dictating all your thoughts. channeling fear into your heart. breaking out into a panic. eyebrows narrowing into the depths of something clueless to your lips and you want to attack, pounce on the truths and faults of it. stepping inside and out of the lines and throwing caution into the wind to make something else happen.
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