I am backlash where you are rounded corners easing into synthetic formations. The desert of my heart is aching for a reprieve, and your side-mouthed words, transpiring over your shoulder, do nothing but flame my fire with both animosity and ambivalence.
"A little over the top, don't you think?"
Maybe. And maybe my attraction to you has always been just that.
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