Sequel.

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Will there be a sequel,

A continuity?

Will I manage,

To cheat finality?

It's not permanent, is it?

Will it be our final, no,

Your final?

It'll never be,

It doesn't suit you,

It doesn't suit you,

Not at all.

Damn it all.

It baits me with sweet moments,

Slow, sweet, delicious, torture,

Delirious, it's delirious,

It's driving me insane.

Don't worry,

 I'll join you,

Be as cold as you,

Pale as you.

Finality isn't the end,

For us, no.

Never.



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