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shallow

how dare you accuse me of having no depth
when you injected me with your poison with a graze of a fingernail
and my blood pooled hot and heavy and turned black with desire
you were sure you had infiltrated my veins but you were blind
my entire being was overcome with you
the surface betrays nothing at all



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