Unfaithful.
Insecure.
Obsessive.
Obscure.
Thoughts that linger in my mind. A persistent itch of discomfort. A sinking feeling of disdain. A perpetual giddy guilt.
A rainbow trickles some black and white. Indeed the birds sing for me, tonight.
Passive passions. Unruly encounters.
Story ended in bittersweet burial.
Monotonous Monstrous. Deceivingly reviving and then finally choking into the calm of the night.
Gentle breezes carry the sound. Hazardous hues smile upon me and I stand in the corner head ducked down.
Ashamed.
Afraid.
Compulsive.
Dead.
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