Ama’s Fury
Ama
Jealous lover
Wants all of me
She’ll have no other
She robs me
Through my very hands
I love her more
For her demands
She ruins me
to the edge of death
Soon I swoon
With wits bereft
I love the flush
full feeling of a rush
I call out for it
She makes me hush.
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Perfection
Is
Easy
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