Poem 1

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The gaps between the shadows,
The shape of your mask,
This long dance has just begun,
Disharmonious task.

You penetrate with your eyes,
Kiss with razor lips,
Your embrace burns like lashes,
From a thousand whips.

How do demons play with souls,
Lost in naked flame?
What world do you survive in?
Who will take the blame?

I follow in your quick steps,
Eager for the kill,
You paint a pretty picture,
Of the sordid thrill.

Mistakes I’ve made are many,
Especially you,
Please erase my memories,
Nothing else will do.

We begin again our dance,
Healed flesh and bone,
This bloodline maybe different,
Taken off the throne.

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