Center of the universe. These four walls and how they flow out and thru you. My affection in turn aversion. And you diversion, diversion and diversion. Stuck. As are you. Uncomfortable, in this beauty. this beauty I can tarnish with a slip of the tongue. The deceiver's finery bares down on me. And on you. Only you can't see much further than today. But I am talented, in that i can tarnish the most perfect beauty as if there was no tomorrow.
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