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Life is shortMy lover and I were inseparable souls liken'dLife is short
To angels and their wings. Yet for angels he left me, his own soul brighten'd Self seeking. Self serving. I took his soul to make it my own. One cold night as he forgot his pretence and Venus smiled down My lover's teeth off-white and skin from weather worn Were still beautiful to me, forever beautiful, lighting up at the dawn His form always lithe, twisted around my own His passion was spent, his fury ever grown And his Confessions never said how he towered above He screamed, he beat, he drew blood from she whom he loved "A curse upon m
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