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Hooked.
In this forest of sin, you comb;
Holding hands with distant observers;
Passing forgotten roots;
Eating forbidden fruits!
In a rush of blood, your senses awaken.
With Hands in search of your treasure
And eyes as those of a conqueror of nothingness,
You suck out every pleasure.
Here we go again,
For this Eros will ensue.
And Yes, I remain
Just to bring it with you.
As a stagnant tide,
I will be here waiting.
Because like greedy flies,
You will come back perching.
©UcheVic
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