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A pretense is here Behind the ebbing drapes - Pale moonlight - a flowing wind - A body seduced by silky fabric - Sublime agony like a Drowned face surfacing and preserved By cold waters. - I face with level eyes - A hard mask - Words flow from my mouth like sediment And spill onto the floor - useless - heedless - My only weapon against Embracing her. - Fear shakes my body down To the windswept carpet - Fear of drained eyes And dreamless nights Because of that one emotion Like an abyss Falling from the pleasure That is all you have to offer.
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