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To the last word in honor,

I dove the tip of my heart into her inkwell,

her pixels,

her essence.

I stole her traces,

her signiture and pen.

and she holds me dearer,

when I stab her with her own words.

anything else she couldnt care less,

I will steal everything

I'll take it all

untill the time we must confess

it was all under the guise

of devoted and true love

but dark passion high jacked

every beautiful thought in her head

and strangely,

her vulgarness only made me want her more.