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Jan 2021
I’m the master of darkness
You can’t seem to find,
I’m the recluse in the light;
Too divine,
In the bedroom waiting tight,
Inspired on the balcony
With the rhythm alive,
She seems to curse me
With every sound she makes,
And disagrees
With every breath I take,
Another love on a starlit night;
Wine is blood,
Heart is spite.
By Peter Wolfe (wolfman)
Mr Shankley
Written by
Mr Shankley  21/M/Great Britain
(21/M/Great Britain)   
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