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not enough evil here

to feel at ease.

but really

where do I ever relax?

I turn all the mirrors around

every time I walk through the door

of a new place to live.

please don’t look too long.

milk chocolate

in all the corners here…

you are too sweet

where’s the bitter

I prepare myself

your heat sizzles off my cold skin,

sparks like I wish it wouldn’t,

evaporates before I let it

replace that chocolate

to settle my hunger,

evaporates before I let it

touch me.

you thought you could

touch me.

I should tie you down

not enough evil here

to justify this hell-heat.