I'll kill. That sharp pain that parts my heart in its length | Every Day Poems
I'll kill. That sharp pain that parts my heart in its length whenever I hear your voice. Those beastly butterflies, always depicted as the loveliest, bringing forth the exhilarating anticipation of the one you love, I will take my time and pluck their soft little wings. They won't tickle me no more.
I'll kill. Not a single part of me will go out of order just because a puny human being called me by name. My face won't distort into that despicable smile, oh hell no! Nor will my cheeks burn, I will not blush just because a carbon based life form held an eye contact with me.
I'll kill whatever riots out of order. Order shall reign.
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