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His eyes burn into me,
searching for my tattered soul.
In blood he writes his love
but my heart remains cold.
His heart yearns for me,
aching with every beat.
His mind is full of desire,
his pants filled with heat.
Bloody tears scorch my cheeks,
will he ever know?
I am just his faded dream,
and he is growing cold.

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