her name rides
on a gust
of smog.
setting
aside
my breathing

needs.

her beauty
sheds
a different
kind of
light.
blinding me
from the

truth.

her hand slides
along...
gracefully.
causing my heart
to stop

pounding.

when i hear
her name
i can't

breathe.

i see
her face
and i can't

see.

i feel
her touch
and it just

kills.

she takes
my life
just by

existing.

but
i'm afraid
i may go

missing.

i'm
not
really

here.

i
don't
really

exist.

i'm
merely
an

imagined
obsessor.

created by:

The World's

Most Beautiful

Narcassist.

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