a hundred lives
have passed me by
a cold, hard lesson...
often, what you fear
is what you find
survival often means sacrifice...
falling (torn) apart
living on the crumbs
face hidden behind
a jade(d) mask of hope
faith that died...slowly
brought here to burn
but I want to sleep inside you...
lips touching yours
skin hot to the touch
hips grinding madly
our bodies entwined
tied in a forever knot
wanting only to explode
this dream of life and death
fading...as two become one
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