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Control
trapped in the joy of roses.
Rapt in an enticing red;
a field of gnawing thorns, paralysing every urge for the serenity of blue..
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Afterall, here is where your soul wishes to reside,
here is where you lose control under my control
I lick your mind,
I give you a taste of sweet
a mask of sincerity,
that only billows into bitterness
into me
i surrendered to my bitterness
the roses will soon wither
but until then, I crave the taste of your mind




© shahrazad