pelios
God of emotions and sentiment,
he stands no chance against the
man in the grey suit.

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it hurts,
it hurts so much.

why does it sting when you
force your way out of
my face.

you taint my face

the way you stick to my cheeks
like glue,
making my features feel like cement;
unable to move
unable to feel.

at the end of the night,
you roll down and
leave me.

my void expanded
with your bittersweet honey
taste.

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