I am left with gashes
of ardor, the dark hours of sacrifice
The once felt velvety
zephyr in the morning glow
The serene caress
upon my skin, upon thy lips
Putting the demons
back to sleep, alleviating my disease
Now to rekindle with
a rampant fury, eager to slay
To slaughter the
lingered pieces of my dwelling heart
Taking vengeance in the name of
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