Heart Napper - Poem by bHabiE sHarK
my heart she got, to his self, it feast...
indulgence of him to my heart, it feeds...
closed pains she had opened and seen,
never believed thine was given by he....
him spirit shattered by his torment to thine,
in cracked plater I kept what's left of mine
his hunger of me devoured himself,
his eager temptations had now killed him instead...
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