
I longed for the last embrace,
desperate, indebted,
called by my curse,
and willingly walking.
The echo of your song is soothing,
maddening and made to consume me,
damned, devoured, desired,
perhaps with no other purpose,
perhaps, easing into this ever.
Let me be free,
but let me be lost,
for though you shall be my end,
you shall be my greatest love.
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