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I know that I am falling
falling
falling
and even as I am falling

with twisted limbs
and sharpened claws

Rose petal lips that prickle my skin
I am reminded of my inducement
that comes to me in pairs

How those alabaster wings
now turn
obsidian

In the end
I may very well be dragged to Hell
much like Eloa was

Except I know the taste of
Lucifer on my tongue

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