Never underestimate power.
Or the curve of your figure.

And what it would do to me.

But better
to stay secret
than to lose
sanity.

For your features corrupt and pollute my head,
with blissful, dreamlike fantasies.
And the more you expose,
the weaker I; in my
sanity’s phase of recollection
permutation, and systematization.

I breathe.

Inhale,

exhale.

Corporate violence and sophisticated
conversation plays a role in our role
reversal. Rehearsal; a symphony of delicate

Transposition.

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