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DARKHORSE FANTASY (POEM) DARK HORSE FANTASY
Acid wouldn't melt my mouth Burn your lips so close to mine Nightshade eyes Poach mine to point Knife-blade nails into my skin Silken roses rip... Beneath your touch I am destroyed. Perfection is trapped by innocence, Grace, by desperation... I need your dark horse fantasy To justify my illusion. by JDS | |
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