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The presence beyond the desire to pull down your underwear
To touch that beautiful, slender, fragile body that, as if under a curse, calls to me
compelling me to crawl and possess you
You are the weak rose
And although roses are as ridiculous as the crap poems written by NPCs
I think of them for the thorns that cut my insides
As if it were hatred, it suffocates me until I die
To touch that beautiful, slender, fragile body that, as if under a curse, calls to me
You are the weak rose
As if it were hatred, it suffocates me until I die
