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th dark chasm
a dark chasm
lust on a snowy day
in autumn
it’s come to early
to soon for intimacy
your dark hair marking
points on your
skin
spiders coil into itself
the fear of our incomprehensible love
a brocade dress falling from my shoulders
jarring embrace
and the soothing love we never
grow accustomed to
it is always shocking
how your eyes have become
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