Night falls
She spills to the floor
You're aroused and defeated
These arms that held all of her charms
Feel the weight has lifting
In vein I heard you call her name
In the last phase
One more forgotten door
To close behind you
Pray my little dove
You're caught and lonely
Oh how I wish you were real
But you're just an illusion
I glimpsed your soul on the flickering coal
Where you're hiding
Marks your skin so fragile and thin
Don't burst...no not yet
Children yell from under the spell
You cast upon us
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