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- The Dream
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The Dream
He had whispered
Desire is cruel,
As he danced slowly
Among soft flowers
And tangled thorn,
And I was torn
Away from everything
I ever wanted to love…
Pretending to be holy,
More likely though
Some shattered saint,
As the sun is faint and
Dying in the sky,
Another night fallen,
Where I tear at the velvet
Petals, fragile as my heart
My soul crumpling,
As he touches me
Where I am bleeding,
Desperately needing
Because he had whispered,
Desire is cruel.
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