LIMBS ENTWINED

love

the cruel thorn

the pulsing horn

controlling

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like a sultry shore

we’ve roamed before

unknowing

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keeping up and biting through the tension

we slip into ascension

limbs entwined

 

don’t wake me 

it’s rough

I’m drowning in a black pool of slime and waste

the time has an acrid taste

why wait?

why, wait

 

I don’t remember what you said

but you filled the room with your red

 

your red

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