in a dark, dingy room
full of worthless saints
a stutter composed of ruins
lust in plain sight
views of san fransisco
on a laptop in a void
a wish of nothing more
than a dream to seek
tongues meeting
over a virtual beacon
screams of anguish
for no skin meets
lost in a trap
to find a new god
a personal best
made of ends
digital sex
fucks me best
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if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
