The Cusp
eyes like glass
with hits and pass
me the creature that
ruined his past.
forbidden lust was taken
in cuffs, the
smile on his face
that will never be enough.
But regardless I lay on the cusp.
when he comes to me
he won't let me be,
we're stuck together for
eternity.
my peaceful qhost
my tired host
to you I bid a toast.
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