Was it not I that felt kindness towards your stubborn brutality?
Was it not I that grazed,
surrenderring to your lonely touch?
Each kiss so forbidden and dark that my body curls to the thought
Trembling to taste such power,
something so unknown
I can barely breathe
Your just a man you say as feet step on broken glass
and behind it all...
bound to your merciless love
Theres just a girl
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