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Dark Love

The moon shined brightly above,
but her neck burned in the light,
a symbol of her labor of love.
Her love’s dark might.
 
The tattoo swirled on her neck,
as she limped through the trees.
She cried, “Aw heck!”
A 17-year old in a freeze.
 
The lust burned inside her.
Her thighs tingled and her breath quickened.
He showed up beside her in a blur.
The fear inside her thickened.
 
“You can never escape me,
I am always near.
You are forever bound to me, my beauty.
You need not shed a tear.”
 
She screamed into the night.
Hoping, praying someone would be close by.
Her eyes widened when his teeth closed around her neck.
She didn’t even have the strength to cry.
 
They all turned their heads when she cried for help,
not a soul was there to listen.
She was called an insignificant whelp,
no one held for her a true vision.
 
Now her soul is lost, forgotten in the dead of night.

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