Master Of Puppets

Call no longer on the thoughts that others prescribe in memory of those past, but of what you feel in the here and now.

We were on a level he thought he was on; we contested the night sky, of gorgeous brights, light failing to break through each hour more. You took me where he would not have been able to - a mind of his own desire. A lavishing calling to my inner soul, and a ravishing burst of envy and sexuality.

 

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