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Title: Oh my.

I’ll hold you sweetly.

You may cuddle as close as you like.

I’ll whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

You slowly fall into the euphoria of death being shy.

Drifting away into the land of dreams.

My hold will never loosen, like a cobra around your waist.

Its cold, smooth scales brushing across your silk skin.

You’ll feel your heart skin. 

Sink father than your stomach.

Clutching onto life is no longer an option.

Child, even the angels have abandoned you. 

The only hands you’ll ever be able to grab are mine.

My child, the devil feels pity on you.

Oh my.

Oh my.

My, my.

My, mine.

That is all you will ever be.

Oh. 

My.

Oh. 

Mine. 

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