Silently waiting... stalking with glances...
Undressing with thoughts...
'Anatomy', she said, 'is a passion of mine'.
Hungry lioness, reminds me of times forgotten.
When the early knife still was sharp
To unflesh the gallows in every gap.
Alas, but she comes with demons of her own!
Should she know the shadows that provoke me,
Or the devils that implore me...
She is cursed just like I...
But still her wounds go deeper than just the heart,
And yet her fear is reluctant of acknowledgment.
Will she ever see, will she ever know...
I wonder... oh yes... I wonder...
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