Wild,

Her face is framed

With wisps of hair.

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The portrait of desperation.

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Coral, her lips are parted,

The shape of a scream,

But no sound comes out.

Only dry and cracking.

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(subtly moist)

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She against you,

Hot and clawing.

Soft and trembling.

Eyes so bright,

You think you’ve been blinded.

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(is that why things are falling apart?)

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Too close, you think.

Come closer.

She beckons, so demurely.

She’s got you caught.

(The sad thing is,

You don’t want to get out.)

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I feel like I've forgotten what it is to write, almost. :/