The night turned on itself not long after a hertz frequency became involved. Right ear, prolonged, is a signal of the worst control scenario. A pole shift throwing the attraction force off, we devolve to a weak field of toe to toe and vernacular flaws. Opening old wounds adjacent the old scars. 'Battle worn' describing two discarded narcissistic traumas still refusing to let the stratagem go. No holds barred, she holds mine up and I hold her by her heart. The secret to faking success is she only thinks a heart is what I claim as property left unguarded. I will never tell methodology outside of my bubble... She can't listen to reason if it is muffled by other sounds that are likable. Lighter clicks gas lighting cigarettes, in turn smokescreens covering tactical escapes from all pillow based misstatements. Nothing I know of hatred or dissociation had a constant being upheld as the variable. Scratches and bruising in coverable places. I go on faceless. Somewhere is the oversight making note of the trigger's result and what she wasn't wearing during it all. A couple cold shoulders later comes a dominant apology, but not sorry at all. 
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