His feelings I squeezed, his heart I broke. His dear hopes, drenched in a toxic bowl. Yet must grow, the body in the soul. It vanished as my beloved goal.
Touch me at your risk. But a spell I shall cast upon a kiss. Resist the lust, run if you must. Escape you shall try, however how soon you will die.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
