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Sickness

by @Mooncatcher

I love her skin soft like petals of the sweetest rose Her tears like rain drops bathing the flower How I want to touch her more But fear my hatred will once more Raise the monster that now lives Inside this parasite I cannot turn away Excited by her naked form Beaded sweat begins to form Like little drops of morning dew Upon her skin turning to A grey dull sunless sky Now my mind cannot sate The hunger that now anticipates Her skin on mine
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