At rest.
Frozen.
Buried body.
Extract her skin.
Inelastic life.
Expand the holes,
Pushing deeper in,
Disarranging her carcass,
My lust will never stop.
Is this the light that I feel pressing against my face my dear?
Is this your presence within me?
Your trace is delicate to feel.
Within the...
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