She opens her legs but only for friends and doubles on weekends a whore gets paid but she fucks for trade lining up for the ass parade. Freedom a promise time forgot. A glamour a lie a promise of all she was not. Accept the deception, the ghost and the illusion, an exorcism would only be an intrusion. Our demons have no intention of separation. Perfectly possessed the wicked will never confess, black as far as eyes dare ken, black as far as the restless dead do tread, we dare to deceive and pray to pretend there was no serpent in our Eden. The apples are rotten its knowledge poison and we eat them by the dozen. Standing alone amidst thorn and thistle and dust, alone again regain memory in solitude I played this game with her ghost and whispered promises of forever, eternity's fickle shelf life is no surprise nor starry skies behold any wonder as hearts break like thunder and eyes fall to broken wings torn asunder, a shuddering breath, the echo of all that was left, now lost, all that was our present now faded to my past.
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