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le petit mort

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One hand on my shoulder

your heart beating to the rhythm of my breathing

as your hand slides down to me

and soon I find myself no longer free.

I'm captivated

your sticky breath has me in chains- you're held in my brain

just to drive me insane

and I let you.




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