The off tempo heart ache slowly decays your frayed soul.
Your sealed demise has mustered spies,
but your body gives nothing off with ease.
Your soft plastic skin that shields your fate
seeps with in you and tares your strength.
Your warning signs are hypnotized because
your emotions have gotten in the way.
The soft pleasures of your porcelain skin
has made you the victim of the dirtiest crimes.
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