I taste the strength of words, say what you will, but they try the mind, see past the truth, take sex back to the beginning when nothing mattered but holding on to the act - as if it were real, and not just one of God's tools begging for a last supper. Even my Savior's faith hid from me, tortured with every throw of the dice, he accepted me in his mouth while Eve's pain burned with delight. And yet, her smile was unbreakable, a conflict torn from the good book and ready to be cut with blood.
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I taste the strength of words, say what you will, but they try the mind, see past the truth, take sex back to the beginning when nothing mattered but holding on to the act - as if it were real, and not just one of God's tools begging for a last supper. Even my Savior's faith hid from me, tortured with every throw of the dice, he accepted me in his mouth while Eve's pain burned with delight. And yet, her smile was unbreakable, a conflict torn from the good book and ready to be cut with blood.
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