The Softness that Kills

Wherewithal at the dawn of time

He gave her a hand

They lit the lofts abay

Battered, bruised

Some touched down

None of it mattered

Because it’s the softness that kills

They loved licking each others’ lips

They ate till they drowned

Anunce of struce

The softness that kills

Some all the way home

Some home all the way

In either direction

The softness that kills


I’m sorry I had an actual idea for this but it digressed into tomfoolery so I apologize.

So I apologize.

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