Dearest:
I implore thee;
Dismiss not
my reality,
with Disdainfully Derisive missiles
to Dispute and Discount,
that which Displeases Your sensibilities.
For you will;
Disturb and Decrease,
(my) trust
and in the end;
(y)our
L</3ve,
lies bleeding,
D e a d.
On the floor.

~Marcela: deflatedly in love, and fully Unfiltered.

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