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April 26, 2020
It sits in the back watching. Sometimes you can make yourself forget, not so much that it's there, but why. Hard to shake the rattle and hum it digs for a body rhythm you can't deny as thrilling, achingly seductive and complete. Separating yourself from it takes work. Pulling the secrets eats its own volubility. In a depth out of your ken, the sights you gather steal breath, drives soul out of itself in a lust for another, yet another, a true vampyre heart. Fearing yourself in its grip, you can only smile as it takes its prey for love.