In this dark illusion it fulfills this tribal fear
your cast iron cruelties it’s sever it’s caviler.
Your charisma should have been my warning
my musing nemesis is relentless but charming.
Fragmented folklore the tales that are figments
my clairvoyance is resistant! lacking persistence.
That sheer grown clinging to your naked body
imagery so profound why my eyes disregard me.
Reasoning unwinds this lustful sight controls me
your plunging knife! you must be done with me.
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