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LIMBS ENTWINED
love
the cruel thorn
the pulsing horn
controlling
like a sultry shore
we’ve roamed before
unknowing
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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