visions

nun

every night a silver whisper escapes
my heart to the confines of a nun's soul.

i haunt her, i cannot stop. my desires and
whims are naught but fanciful in the midnight air.

her skin was porcelain, white and silky smooth,
it was delicate to the touch, and for some reason...

well, nevermind that now. though she was porcelain,
porcelain is fragile, and i broke her. i broke her.

once porcelain is cracked, it can never be perfect again.
i love you so, my virtuous one, i love you so.

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