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Aug 2017
Rusted catacombs move my skin,.
Crawling like fleas on a rabid dog,.
Cobwebs stretch from wall to wall,.
***** traps and nothingness all intertwined,.

A perfect place to preserve her darkness,.
Her evil is her gravity that draws me in,.
I seek the magic that holds her eyes in place,.
When she looks at the sun dial that shows nothing,.

Her beauty is her darkness,.
She is a survivor of the sins of others,.
She is the strength that holds the fabric of night together,....,,.
Blake
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Blake  32/M/Durham, NC
(32/M/Durham, NC)   
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