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as i sat in the decadence

of that New York moment

i knew i was in trouble

for the depth of my love

was darker than the red i sipped

His conflicting thoughts about me showcased themselves across the table, he feared me yet wanted to be with me. I understood his turmoil because I felt that way about myself

The Hearts Maturity

my heart became vintage as the memories of us decomposed in my mind

The Siren

once he dipped himself in my honey he developed an addiction for my taste

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