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The Mist
The whispers of words
smoothing over soft skin.
All things, deep inside,
like a dream.
I see the black,
I see the white,
and my mind screams for
release.
You hover, so close
to see your fate
hit you.
But for those in pain.
You shall not see your future.
For as the Mistress,
I take control.
Forever.
smoothing over soft skin.
All things, deep inside,
like a dream.
I see the black,
I see the white,
and my mind screams for
release.
You hover, so close
to see your fate
hit you.
But for those in pain.
You shall not see your future.
For as the Mistress,
I take control.
Forever.
Published 29th Apr 2012
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