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Correct Me

Reliving the same moment in time
The day she truly lost her mind
With all that is wrong
He is the only right thing
The only perfection  
His mind a labyrinth  
Tortured by hope and possibility  
If he walked by and you caught a whiff
of his scent, you are blessed.
If he glances in your direction for a mere second, your heart would leap.
Strength immeasurable.......
 
He suffers.
I suffer.
 
Bind me. Take the whip to my flesh.  
I will not recover from these lashings.
Not a soul weeps for me.
Take the heated rod to my breasts.  
The smell of true love burning fills the air like incense.  
I can hardly breathe.  
Suffocating in my own sin.  
My beautiful sin.  
The sin of loving another.  
 
 
 
enigmasthoughts
Written by enigmasthoughts
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Shred me to bits. I desire what I should not.
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