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desire burns inside my ache
to be what you crave
it hunts my heart
I hear your no
go no further

I cringe, biting leather, gagging
I play with my hair pushing off the sting of rejection
it pulls me under the surface where I drown
deep inside of pools of sorrow

why do I keen?
when your heart belongs to the women made of stone
perfect to gaze upon

cutthroat


Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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