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The Deepest Grey

The cruelty of years a curse
Peril to those who raise the mask
The visage beneath a relic
Ravaged in private wars

She doesn't seem to mind the scars
The blade marks furrowing his cheeks
The eyes contain experience
Gleaming as her gown drops to the floor

She takes her elder by the hand
Lays him down on silks and velvet
He relishes her mysteries
Maintains the skill to make them shine
Stir their pulse when the flames take hold.
Written by crowfly
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