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Jul 30
Speak of the devil, I once heard and when you entered the room it shook
And your darkness emerged with my light
Giving you a piece of the moon on the most black of nights.
A beast emerged and he smiled, there; weak and surrendered I became yours, for your darkness matched mine, for I had been seeking you for decades of eternities.
Your arm and mine, I touched you and you became my weakness, bound to you forever.
You are my dark sun, my beast, I soak you in and feel your warmth, on our beautiful island;
Where the water caresses the sand, the water being the clearest blue, my favorite place in the world, right next to you.
Speak of the devil.
Meg Thompson
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Meg Thompson  28/F/Indiana
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