Tempt
Ensnared in the teeth
of your own desire
by false choir
so susceptible are you
to their song of death
plucked on heart strings
with spread wings
drowning in the depths
of seduction
a melodious destruction
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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