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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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