Crave

that which hurts the most.

The pain is addictive

At least

you can still feel
Something.

Fall

Into a sleepless slumber

Dream

of dreams that belong to strangers

Bound and trapped and shackled

Wake up

to wounded lust

and crave for what is not ours for the taking

Try

To wash the sins away

Burn

Those memories
Erase the thoughts

But its too late

The deed is done

The writings on the wall 

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