Anticipation
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Expectation, a vision of untamed cub lions
consuming the flesh of their victim.
Fortune is fickle in the Desert of my sunlight
I run from the spectral imprints you leave on my flesh
I draw you into the realm of creeping magic.
Passions rage till we have nothing left
Only ashes inside a vase.
Written: March 10, 2023
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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