you've mapped these harlot habits
abject itches, twisted twitches
that my soul could not inhabit
and, what was beauty is now beast
and in this sickness, i must sleep
so i can recollect each fret that leaves me,
frayed.
and if my feet just file right through
i'll crawl along the isle with you.
Please tell me what you think
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Reminds me of an Anti-wedding type poem.
'i'll crawl along the isle with you' that line is really the one that gave me that impression.
Great work, although a few words could use capitalization, but then who really cares about that I guess. anyways great job, keep up the good work and I hope to read more soon.
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