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SEMBLANCE KISS


My eyes have seen this before.

A temptress near to haunt me,

a stranger so familiar,

a woman full of sin and unrighteousness.

 
 

What was her name again? 

“Deja vu,” came a voice I had forgotten I knew

So curiously eerie

Hearing the footsteps behind 

 

 

Reveal yourself and I'll remember you always.

Your stubbornness will be the end of us,

the end of me.

Does it not consume you? 

 

 

What does she desire, little one? 

a pick through my brain doesn't hurt

But she's left her mark

And I can't seem to remember why. 

 

 

Someone would think that after all this time,

“How could you forget?”

But they don’t know the defeat of it all,

the unknown. 

 

 

So as the dust cleared away

And another objective in ruins 

The woman laughed dauntingly 

Tormenting another along her way. 

-M.R.

 

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