when it replaces the oxygen you breath in,
can you stop it from absorbing in?
into every pores and holes,
when it no longer feels wrong,
can you stop your hands?
from exploring prohibited land,
when it becomes a routine,
waking up to it,
comfortable dampness,
redo it all over again.
can you resist?
scream out your loudest silence for nothing is pure now.
when emotions flow tru my fingers
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