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the cruel thorn

the pulsing horn


like a sultry shore

we’ve roamed before


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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