Construct this jigsaw
Laced with your true intentions
I can't figure out
Who the hell or
What the fuck we are
Laced with your true intentions
I can't figure out
Who the hell or
What the fuck we are
What is this?
Love poems with Cupid as a martyr?
Collapse under the crushing wonder
Wonder
Core curiosity
Drives my stomach eating itself alive
Discovering sweet
in the heart of a chameleon
My starving
stomach eats itself alive
this puzzle
Relying on projection
You can't figure out
who the fuck
or where the hell we are
or how to even care
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