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Oftentimes there is nothing

like now

Over seascapes and skies grey

Crumpled and breathing in

heather, lavender and orange peel.

Ariadne

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That powerful aphrodisiac that leaves me weak and wet.
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Take it all and leave nothing but bring back the death you stole.
Drink from the life that is no more, eat it up until you drown.
Don't look at me, look at yourself.
Bring it all down into the darkness of your mind until it's lost in your soul.
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It screams your name from the darkest night.
You try to run but there's nowhere to go.
It's coming closer, closer.
You scream but all you can hear is your heart.

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When I am alone in the night
The velvet darkness reminds me:
Of the whisper-soft touchof your hair,
Of the deep midnight pools of your eyes,
Of your raiment; so like the night itself;
Clinging, cloaking, shielding
With dark mirrors of illusion,
Of the jewels at your throat; jet on ivory.
The images invoked by my memory
Catalysed by the very darkness
We shared.
Your image is engraved upon my eyelids
Inescapable.
I am a prisoner of my memories,
Trapped in a glass box
Like a killing jar,

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