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My
My dress whispers
sweet nothings to my lover
My hair adorned
with fine jewels that colour ribbon
My candles lit
making just the right lighting
My wax melting
a butterfly topping
My legs sprawled
just for you
My heart aching
for one more fucking bruise
My scratches across
your yearning back
My innocents
never coming back
My stains
falling
My breath
easing
My pain
teasing
My mind
leaving
sweet nothings to my lover
My hair adorned
with fine jewels that colour ribbon
My candles lit
making just the right lighting
My wax melting
a butterfly topping
My legs sprawled
just for you
My heart aching
for one more fucking bruise
My scratches across
your yearning back
My innocents
never coming back
My stains
falling
My breath
easing
My pain
teasing
My mind
leaving
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