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Dec 2023
Behind a glittering mask
I play my music
For your pleasure
Titillating your ears
Tickling your fancies
Provoking hunger
I am brilliant, shining
Overwhelmingly disarming  
Captivating
I wave my hand
Composing symphonies
Of carnality
Dance for me
Like a puppet
Tugging you down down deeper
Into distracting delights
I caress your flesh
Inflaming desires
Ignite you into fevered frenzies
Emotions are my clay
You need release
You deserve this
You have plenty of time
No one will know
And you play along
And now…
You’re….
Unsatisfied.
And my mask shatters
Smashing into sparkling dust
Rising into smoke that chokes you
Behind it all, a scheme
A slight of hand
My luster, a ruse
You’re mine now
And we’re both guilty
Of the same thing
So in love with ourself
We worshiped ourself
And hell suits us both so well

thanks for spending your free will with me
Grace E
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Grace E  28/F/Probably a coffee shop
(28/F/Probably a coffee shop)   
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