This is just an old poem I wrote a while back last year. It's not very good, but feedback would still be nice.
Bubbling, unrealistic, desires,
so inseparable we need pliers.
Hone you're so venomous
it leaves blessedness.
A secret I won't tell
how these actions impel,
because I've become an addict
to the pain you inflict.
I hear your whispering call
and fight my inner brawl
to your…
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