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  Jun 3 Nyssa Jacobsen
Henryk
I'll gladly oblige the request you have
As I run my hands through your hair and drive you mad.

Look into my eyes, you see me smile, I'll take my time, we may be here for a while.

Gentle I'll be or as hard as you like
The feel of your skin, it gives me life.

The warmth of your body, my breathe in your ear
Do not fret, you have nothing to fear.
My heart has learned to cry
While my eyes set like stone
It isn’t seen by passersby for the smile I left alone
It stands there muted on my face
A masquerading scar
Of the last night
before the last night
When the distance didn’t feel far
Hypnotise
My mind
I can't get a moments peace

Claim
My body
And you'll have me in time

Own
My soul
But every piece is broken
Did I not say
I am a mirror?
You can see,
but can you hear her,
crying out in pain?
She waits for you to look in vain.

You see yourself
reflected back,
but can you not
see past the black?
Behind that silvery veneer,
she waits for you to see her clear.

She reads and writes
and hopes you've listened.
She waits and waits,
a heart imprisoned.
Please peek behind what you can see;
she's begging you to set her free.

Looking close, a face takes shape
Beholden of a reverent dreamscape.
You see all that you desire;
she mirrors it in sweetest fire.
I know that you know that I know what you feel is what I feel, don't you know?
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