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Sim May 15
where the sun was born
and the gods fell from grace
thousands of miles away
I am still yours,
and you are still mine,
we have more than just a night.
Sim Apr 21
teach me what desire’s about,
make me your celestial creature,
consume me until death do us apart.
Sim Apr 18
silk sheets burst into flames
blood drops of a victimless crime
devour me with your ruby gaze
pray on me one last time.
Sim Apr 8
at dusk we meet again
longing for a hand to hold
book another petty room
thinking we’ll build a home.
Sim Apr 7
I don’t need you to like my poems.

I need words to cut open your skin,
verse to rip through your caged heart
and, when all metaphors will disappear, ravens will wine and dine on your spine.
Sim Apr 4
soft hands choking me to my infinite end cracked lips brushing my lifeless face
such heavenly way to descent
by the hand of a treacherous angel God sent.
Sim Apr 3
perhaps I was only a tribute to your pride
perhaps you sought refuge in moments of raw desire
perhaps the nobility of loving was too much to ask for.
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