Struggle

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Soft as a ghost, She passes through  

Subtle as a drop, She dilutes herself    

Seeping into his every pore          

in her attempt to reach the central core   

Constantly changing to make it untrue,     

He gives nothing of himself                 

But to her, it's only a game                

He does nothing, he feels no shame            

Their consciousness fades, confusion reigns 

She curses through like a dagger            

He struggles but not in vain                

Stopping at nothing, a steady stagger       

Until She has been consumed

Until He has been consumed                  

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