I don't know who you are,
Or where you are from.
Neither do I really care,
Nor am I bothered.
I just thank you,
For satiating my every hunger.
& I also thank you,
For choosing me to satisfy yours.
You may have a ploy at work,
Or you may really be genuine.
You may be a real gem of an angel,
Or you may be the sweetest disguise.
To your identity I've turned a blind eye,
& Hid myself in the illusion of our pure connection.
My dear, Please don't shed your skin,
For I will then promptly shed my soul.
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