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Prey
Cold lips
Doll like in her fatigue
Eyes like crystal reflect my shadow
Inner tides collide in ruin
Her breath escapes my grasp
The wrath of euphoria
Bent to will
Curiosity a bitter mistress
I clasp at her scent
Lost in her glass gaze
I caress my darkness
Doll like in her fatigue
Eyes like crystal reflect my shadow
Inner tides collide in ruin
Her breath escapes my grasp
The wrath of euphoria
Bent to will
Curiosity a bitter mistress
I clasp at her scent
Lost in her glass gaze
I caress my darkness
Published 28th Oct 2019
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