The Longing

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    • Through the witching hour she cries
      veiled stories flood her mind
      swept by mellifluous tones of lust
      Still, conscience breaks through her skin
      Traces of fingertips and lips
      patterned on her supple skin
      Yet her mind wanders; mistakes,
      longing to touch the bottom
      a bottomless abyss of sins

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