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6d
Mon bourreau
Do you want to take a sip of death?
Red lips, eyes like jewels, she asked.
A question that is not a question
The spaces she holds in my heart,
Love that curls itself inward
Hypnotized, my limbs fall apart
Lingchi —delayed death
For I am at your mercy.
english translation - my executioner
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