The Girl is in Love with herself,
No-one else Frees her
A dark cloud self dought covers her,
Stifles her,
Still she breathes hot and heavy Underneth it,
Her own passion a weight upon her!
Reliving the days she held the flame of Love,
She is a shell of memories
Oh how she loved his 2-handed touch-
A slow melting Kiss
Her body for him
A cresent moon of lust.
Dust, tears, and ashes won't break her.
She loves herself witholding nothing,
She gives herself what he doesnt give her,
Better,
No-one loves her
like she loves herself.
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