He's designed me as an art work

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What a shame
To play a ghost
Moonlight inked red
Spreads like my hair
On his throne
Floral scents lingers
On his clothes
Sharp nails on my throat
Swimming against the tides
Caught these feelings
In my nerves
Said I was pretty
When my eyes are trapped
Left me kneeling on stones
Devilslover🥀

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