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Euphoria

2024-10-21
What eyes he has,
darkest violet,
feasting on the night.

Black each time
black meets black.
What a fright is my hunger.

Inherently earnest.
I had you,
with large moans.

I can't be bothered to dress again.
If you do not hold me with small kisses,
I will break.

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