A Luring Heart

There is a place were the heart severes itself and lures all thirsty and famished predator.

In deep love with there temporary fixation and swarm towards the willing and desperate prey.
The violence one needs and must deserve.

Decay of the sight to feed the tired and promised self.
Delieverance of relief that shows no end or consequence...


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