Midnight Carol

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His dominion over me, a sweet poison

Lest it turn me craving for his darkness

Sin ruining us both in the eyes of the night

We bruise and become that which makes us young

Tis love flowing through my veins, and lust making me born again

Under his stare, and between his arms

My salvation and ruin I find.



January 14, 2022.



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