Sparks of Art Harm Her Dark Heart

I’m inconsistent
In my resistance
Willing to give in
To someone to sin with
Always filled with
Nothing but illness 
So sick I killed it
Infected perspectives persistent
I disregard distance
Travel in an instance
Getting blown like kisses
Missed by my former mistress
She’s listless 
torn up 
dismissed since Christmas
I’m at the top of her wish list
Like Jews and delicious knishes
But Synchronous kismet
Brought The perfect predicament
Who could have predicted it?
This indecent incident
This cinnamon sentiment
Swear that your heaven sent
But I heard what the devil said
The rest is irrelevant

hot as a pyre
and I never get tired 
of removing her attire

She’s fine as fire 


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