long lashes
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long stem
So devoured
loving him
...sipping him like mead
And he, spending
excruciating hours
...writhing in her grasp
Agony, hunger, power,
and when she sours,
he withers away
In remorse, she sits
forlorn in thought:
love lost, not forgotten
Love is like a flytrap
filled to the lashes
with all sorts of crap
deep roots
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well of memories
we are Milo
love-tapped
¡|°
