Narcotic
through my bones, a crescent moon has risen
And blasted
into fire, making desire prison;
Though I don't
seek its end into my deepest fears,
I shall
conceal myself throughout the time she sneers.
Beyond the
hips in pain, a blooming flesh bestows
Upon the
silhouette of you and me, when pose:
A torment of
the crystals, a suffering that vex,
A painting,
which succumbs to never-ending hex
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