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under naked moonlight
my eyes had deceived me
my mind has tortured
me
for
years
she took my breath away
her black dress
on
an
concrete smile
she styled me
as she
danced for me
?
















...
..
.
she has an choked
it's
black
it's our
viral love
she loves
my
art
...
colour into me
that beautiful
be
known
flow through me
oh brilliant hues
stomp your colours
lace my back with your arch
scent me amongst the winds
that
my
storm
be known
seperate raindrop footprints
?
knotch that
...

— The End —