Adfectus

Bite marks, and scratches.

Souls Quenched of desire.

Lighthearted patches,

Contrasting the fires.

Nervous and wired.

These Courteous Liars.

Tearing to pieces.

Each others attire.

Slaves to themselves.

Yet Grossly inspired.

Jumped from the shelves.

To the lives we acquired.

Feeling so good.

With leashes untied.

Shackles undone.

Back home we’ve arrived.

Beautiful and alive.

No longer deprived.

I’m glad that you came

More so that we tried.

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