You crawled into my door again
A soft dance through some thin vail
Your nothingness flicking
Licking me like flames
From some long forgotten fire
But I've been burned before
And I have done the burning
You loved the write and wrong
Of our fast pen and their words
This memory lives just like a past life
Somewhere was forgotten the strife
Skin torn and the bloody knife
The violence of our love and passion
The torture of our expectations
Yet you were so sweet to me
Secular in our divinity
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