The Joke
I your daystar, tropestar, finest fetter on your heart
murmur murder, just a joke
"Let us not be lovers now."
You don't much laugh
I come to know ontological horror
As you wring my heart like a rag
Your teeth daggers to my throat
Your tender fingers claws over my lover's parts
I repent my words
and how!
-- R ᴤ88s Я --
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