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314 · Aug 2016
My Love
Cold, like winter, Your eyes cut straight through to my soul...

A feeling, like you're watching.

Waiting, for the next time to get inside.

The reason for my laughter.

The 'cause of my pain.

The spark, igniting desire.

To feel my bones, beneath your skin.
Inconsolable

— The End —