It must have been a refined moment
I can sense the texture of promises
Scars have been erased
But rather roughly; it needs editing
With kisses all over his neck
I can see how you yearned for him
More than you’ve ever lusted for life;
But he’s gone, gone away with me
I’ve lit every candle in our room
To summon the spirits to join our side
Howl into the raging seas, I don’t care
He’s raw, naked, all off; for me
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