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PAGES OF NIHIL : HUNGER

I found her there
Her fruit lay bare
Upon the chair
I kept inside
What she will find
Nowhere to hide

A glance I send
A script to rend

She held her chest
As if she'd bled
Rose in her head
My hand in hers
Tension reverse
To witness worse

Her orbs I met
One moment went

Our debt charade
A shadow splayed
Those curves I play
Her song she sung
My soul was strung
In fabric, young

And darker yet
Was my intent