There are words flung about in idle conversations, sometimes contaminating pages and befouling eyes, and then there are words spilling out like liquid gold often inked, mostly digital typed in black over white with the intensity of a battle-axe chopping down with a feverish frenzy of poetic lividity.
Now those are the words that my eyes long to stay buried in.
Far too long has it been since I let my senses get slashed in heated jabs of lacerating daggers that cut like razors yet feel like feathers..
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