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My favorite melody was the sound,
erupting from your lips.
Mesmerized, then bound,
wanting to never leave your hips.
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Sharp pain, and betrayed,
but you promised never to hurt me.
On the spot when I paid,
crying under the weeping willow tree.
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I swore on that day,
to protect, love, and nurture.
Failure struck while I sway,
Loving causes nothing, but murder.
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As my heart turned gloom,
sipping this poison slowly.
This hatred strives to consume,
and keep me from being holy.
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Comments (1)
Nice piece ❤️💯