My queen of the unknown,
As you hide in the endlessness of your mystery,
You may lose piece by piece every inch of me; you have conquered kiss by kiss.
Upon the words I speak, you may feel a hint of sting for the wounds caused by your wondering soul have dug so deep within.
Oh stealer of hearts, why must you continue your wicked sin?
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Author:
inink (
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