ARTIFICIAL LIGHT

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Only seeing the surface of things

never journeying beyond.

She thrived in the pain and pushed for more stimulus

marvelled in the victim, deepened in to the shadow of itself.

I could consume you...

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She watched me back,

the shadow self tripped me up and contradicted herself.

Treading the boundary between hunted and hunter.

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Shifting from soft movements to the mechanical.

I'll hold you at arms length,

afraid to show you who I really am,

I'd hurt you purposely to get a thrill from the pain and 

romanticise my own misery.

Am I interesting now? I fear I'm not enough underneath it all.

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Everything I hated in you was in me

and it lay there in the shadow, the ability to fray.

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