I do not think I should intertwine,
But engulf my mind in her manipulative thoughts.
The constructed mind of ana,
A world that many seen,
Though boundaries that I hope many will never exceed to be within..
The capturing aroma of her distinctness,
The intensity and fracturing control,
Sort of like hanging ,
But hanging low,
Unwilling to let go,
But eager to be freed.

Garnished by physique,
Tranquilzed by fear,
Unknown of everything that you should hear,
Manipulated into a owned little world of perfection.

 
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