I hijack minds not planes.: bedroom eyes
The stars walked toward me
and leaned on the damp black to see my bones shatter.
A whispering serenade when skin met blade
only lighted by the fire of lust and pain.
Sweet lions purr and mangled mane
from this point, there was no shame.
A parting gift decorated with the lace of unwanted hearts
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