I know,
I shouldn't ask for more.But thoughts of possessing you,
dreams of owning you,
urges to keep you,
have permeated my core.There could only be
two souls
on the dance floor.If it isn't me,
I'd be lying if I say,
"I'm not sore".
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Kalopsia: Words Are Dangerous
PoésieWords are like lethal poison- it's either you swallow it, or you use it on others.