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You found me in a swirl of lights
my eyes like little whores
It was always about them.
You cannot look into them and
say that you do not want me

Otherwise, my features are unremarkable
My beauty, only comes as pulses
any time I blink

Unremarkable
Yet I woke up dangerous
My lungs anew
My body charged with desire
I could unnerve you

But I don't know
Your gaze throws no heat
and I want fire
it will hurt to touch me
but I know how you like to self destruct sweetie

All I have to do is wait.