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Penthos

A depth without flesh resting in my chest, bleak Without desire. Cheerless yet comforting, Open to sorrow, accepting shadow, quiet. An ebony man uncurls, unfurls and stares with cobalt eyes Right into me. No genteel sheet hides his skin No gauze shades his eyes. Blue black he gleams, A twisted smile twitching his mouth’s corner. … Read more

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