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Dec 2014
Center down, the dark grows.
Flickers of fire and purple.
The heat is intense like air being ****** out of every pour,
Flashes of insanity caught in moments of a touch
Over boiled flushes covered by a smile.
The cruel flustered intention
Caught in the void of desire and passion
These two false gods that I am bound to.
I have chosen slavery for a second of satisfaction.
This void enveloped my head.
© Claire A. Jacobs, All rights reserved
Written by
Claire A Jacobs  Ireland
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