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Succubus.
I don't have very long,
Will you tell me that you need me?
There's something wrong,
I know you see right through me.
I try my best,
But those intentions were lost.
A burning flame,
On a candle wick that's been gone.
It's becoming clear,
That my simple words are useless.
If I just disappeared,
Would you say it's me that you miss?
Please lie to me,
Just to try and save face.
I kn...
Thursday 17th May 2018 1:56 pm
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