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By -sxtxnskim (From Entangled in Words)
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She cried,
He smiled.
She bled,
An ecstasy he felt.
She grew pale
By each passing day,
She was numb,
Couldn't feel anything
Until she'd cut and bleed.
The weaker she grew,
The stronger he brewed.
The devil was in ,
Gaining control,
Taking over her soul,
And with every drop ,
He won.

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