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Dec 2014
Dark feathered wings
Is all I see
As your claws
Dig into me
My heart, it quivers
And me, I quake
This horrible feeling
I cannot shake
Your breath is foul
Your words are worse
You smell like death
Or a forbidden curse
I shake you off
Yet it is in vain
You're clutching me closely
Yet it's you that I hate
And you know this so well
You're still not afraid
Against my will
You consume me
Ann Nicole
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