Jan 2016

You are my favourite nightmare
The way you bathe me in blood
The way you grip me like a vise
The way you strangle me to the point of suffocation
The way you poison my veins
The way you drag me to limbo
The way you possess my weak soul
And each night, I would still go to sleep
begging for more.

Eunice Moral
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Eunice Moral
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   Amanda Francis
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