As I gave into chaos and her sweet embrace I was both afraid yet enamored by her piercing eyes.
The eyes that could cut through any language; past any barrier and perception.
How could I have known her lips were of poison, and her scent that of such a pain that could summon hurtful memories…
Le fluers du mal, how your petals yearn,
How the sweet the scent of your full bloom leaves my lungs in a suffocating ecstasy.
How the stroke of your hair leaves my hand scuffed and worn.
How my soul aches as I reach out towards you.
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