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Jun 2016
The shadows on her chest eb and flow like the tide.
With every breath she takes from me I watch her chest heave.
The candle flames dance, as if to garner her approval.
You're too late Hephaestus, tonight her heart is mine.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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