Endless cycle

There’s something torrential about the pain that centers in your chest throbbing with pain but blissful to purge. One soul to another with intent to prosper shatter each other with the skeletons they thought wouldn’t rise in the glimmering moonlight. I yearn to feel love for what it is supposed to be and not mistakes that bind a man’s heart too tight. jsm.

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