Muse
My muse, my wet dream
in here there's a limbo
among brutal nightmares.
Abducted by darkness -
damn, lust yells at night.
I'm so afraid to wake up
missing you, needing you,
but oh no, night also comes
asking me for a second ride
and, speaking in tongues,
it craves for self love.
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