Pressure Valve - an online journal of Sinisthral things
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17.5.
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SENSITIVE AS FUCK
With your left hand concealed behind your back
and the right one the red of redemption eve
you inhale this breath the mist crawls into your eyes
as I peel off the fabric and seal this fate.
I knew you would I knew you'd shoot.
I saw you through I saw through you.
With your reflex rejection and violent moves
an instinctive escape from familiar rooms
sensitive as stone you tell me nothing I know
like a laser dot dancing on my forehead.
Your move
your move
your move
your move. |
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