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Sim Apr 2019
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 2019
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.
Sim Apr 2019
two lovers intoxicated with pride and vengeance
venomous blood spilled in our battle for ascendance.
Sim Apr 2019
punished by Heavens to charm and destroy,
everything she glazes upon turns to stone.
she wonders restlessly from home to home
but when he crawls back in the dead of night
her poisoned heart becomes only a bone.

— The End —