forged and forgotten
in feverish fences
never near enough
to bash the balance
trippy and trickling
tipsy and tackled
we fish and fondle
we find out and fangirl
chased until dead,
until feelings get caught
shred the red, boys!
don't just do as you're taught
cause limited means
there isn't a lot
this feeling ain't new,
it has long after been saught
close your eyes, breathe
seize your day
you aren't human, baby
you're one of the fae
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