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you keep searching their eyes, for a place to rest, but every door you knock on, leads you back to your own chest. sit there, in the quiet, listen, there is a softness in you, that never once walked away. you are the room, with the lamp left on, the cup of water by the bed, the voice that whispers, it’s okay to stay, you are your safest place, you are already home.

But there are fragments that still remain,

As the wind whispers reminders of,

The kind of song I wish to play forever,

The lyrics that remind me of moments,

Which I pictured in my mind,

Of all the things I'd thought would last forever...

©️fallencalliope

“Watching,

Waiting

Wanting

Willfully Simmering

such wicked temptation”

~Dark Stranger ©

She gave herself

Kneeling in communion

Worshiping

At the temple

Of her desire

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Satisfying needs, her lust

Feeding a desperate hunger

Surrendering

The last few remnants of her morals

Just for a taste

 ~Dark Stranger ©