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Against Self. 

Puckered lips of the exalted,
an artist and enchanter.
Surely the tongue of a goddess,
dancing me on my merry
way to a comfort, sequestered…

For I care not the least bit who you are,
for I am forever who I am.
No fucks given for who I could’ve been.
Against self is my only sin. 

I am him.
Am I killing me?
You are chewing my ego,
my kinks won’t let me go, 
so for now

I rescind and descend. 

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