69 | blur the line

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I listened carefully
l gave her all of me readily
In all of this mess
I would never confess

Tell Dalia more
when I have always kept score
Of her past
Everything she ever said a net I would cast
Take her words
Make them my crosswords
Take her weakness
make it my thesis

All of her I need to possess
Outguess
caress
Take her from the fake world
Into my domain and unfurl
my dreamy power
my Machiavellian greed
my sex my feed

I prowl
I stalk
trying my best for her to unblock
me from this delusion she is under
take my hand through the thunder

I am the only one who knows her
Everyone else should be a blur
Only my face be her own monsieur
I could be her private chauffeur
Take her places
and leave no traces.

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