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He plays her body
With black-tipped nails
Nimble and strong fingers
Delicately finding her weakness
One by one
Secrets uncovered
Lips parted with sighs
Longing and breathing hindered
The gaze unblemished
By lies of the heart
Mutual passion now driven
Dishonesty no more a shadow
He owns her now
Body, mind, soul
The smile of a devil
Sealed with a kiss
With black-tipped nails
Nimble and strong fingers
Delicately finding her weakness
One by one
Secrets uncovered
Lips parted with sighs
Longing and breathing hindered
The gaze unblemished
By lies of the heart
Mutual passion now driven
Dishonesty no more a shadow
He owns her now
Body, mind, soul
The smile of a devil
Sealed with a kiss
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In the middle of the night,
The clock reads too long a book,
I am hurting
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It doesn't matter who has made you
It doesn't matter where you are
You could be born in China
Or nay other place, near or far.
It only matters what you do
And how you play the game
Of life itself, no easy task
To get to wealth and fame
Or perhaps you want a simpler life
Which is quite alright
But for both you must always work
Be it rain, snow, day or night.
We are only what we make ourselves
So let's get this straight right now
Don't listen to what others say
At the end be sure you can say...
Wow...
Care not for servants. traitors, sycophants and liars
Nor for life's many pits, trips, potholes and briars.
Focus on your chosen path and stick t
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My Body is a War Zone (revisited)
My body is a war zone. Blood oozes and appeal has drained out of it a long time ago. Men and women no longer see the flesh as a beautiful landscape with valleys and hills all seamlessly connected. Instead they see where their son fell. Where his body lay. Where I eventually swallowed him whole, only to spit him back out in the form of spoiled, tainted soil; soil that grows crooked, dying trees.
My body is broken. It is where men fall. My body is where things go to die. It’s not whole. It’s a rotten corps under the ground with maggots crawling from the eyes. Hands reaching through the sternum, reaching for fresh air, but finding o
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Just a random poem I wrote down and this is inspired by the character Sebastian Michaelis from Kuroshitsuji. OMG he's hawt! 
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Oh my god, where the hell have you been?!