blackhole

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eyes so brown they looked black with a haunting gaze that pierced straight within

curls that had a thought of their own and lips that whispered of heavenly sins

skin loved by the sun the sun so fervently it left the mark of the night sky in her skin

the universe was wicked, unamended

she could never see past the darkness and her demons i defended

she had a beauty that brought madness that my soul fermented

until i could almost inhale her hair, even in my dreams still sweet-scented

my bane, my angel, my tormentor

your love is a curse, ripped me into pieces

and swallowed me in your dark centre

i find myself cursing the same black eyes that shone like embers

that made me lay down my arms and declare that in your name this war i render

now i get high so i won't remember

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