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CastorPolydeuces Nov 2016
Hold me close in your spindly arms
and beckon me into harms way
you know what I want and need.

I fear the dark and your caress
but in it I know nothingness,
my sweet dreams and darkened bliss
find a point on which to convalesce.
That last line bugs me but I can't find the right word.

— The End —