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In His Bed
Can't sleep
So I turn around to stare at my lover
I'm repulsed and attracted
I want to cut out his stupid smirk with a scalpel
But how I love to look at his face...
He is a mixture of sadness and ambition
Of water and fire
Carrying the wind, I overcome both
My breath overtakes his will and makes him bend to mine
And yet, he knows how to control me
To make me wait
And in my madness, I DEVOUR him
The hurricane consumes me and I am born again...
Published 11th Feb 2014
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