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Curse
Lights flickered
Blue
Red
Yellow
We were in
Sync
Music
Blared
A hideous
Melody capturing
Us
It was violent
Sexual
Beautiful
We became one.
Dancing on each
Other
Laughing
Sweating
Moaning
But it was all
A game.
A bet.
Because alas,
I was easy Money.
I was his ticket to
Fame.
Popularity.
Girls.
He reached for my
Hips.
I froze.
He said I was
Different.
I danced.
But I was naive.
Stupid.
His lips glided onto
Mine like
Venom.
The night
Bled.
I was
His.
Or at least he
Thought.
For as soon as
The midnight came,
I lunged for
Him
Teeth grazing
His delicate
Skin
He was mine
Blood nurtured my
Curse
To taste the soul
Of the unfaithful
I was reborn
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