I want to craft you vines of literacy that entangle your heart and pull it deeper
into me.
I want to throw away my very being if only to raise your self efficacy
one. iota.
I want to pool every tear I've ever shed, cry my eyes blind, if it would hold the possibility of cleansing your spirit;
lifting the world of your worn shoulders.
I want to inject you with every drop of crimson I've ever inflicted upon moist silver, so I might run through your veins..
I long to take you places in your heart that you've never been before.
I long to take you...
Comments
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huh. cool.
i've noticed you use even more obscure words than i do. efficacy for example, that's an uncommon one. i think it forces me to stop and ponder the poem longer

