Knowing I have seen your face
a impression left behind.
A mistake or maybe a fall from grace.
That lingering smell suductively familiar.
Being drawn in like a moth to a flame,
fear creeps in the shadows, while evil breathes down my neck.
Memories flash to different places in time.
My past lives are mixing with the present.
Realizing this is a warning left by myself once upon a time.
Stating clearly to escape unless I wish to repeat the same mistakes.



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and much love~ Desire~*~










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