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Do you want to take a sip of death?

Red lips, eyes like jewels, she asked.


A question that is not a question

The spaces she holds in my heart,


Love that curls itself inward

Hypnotized, my limbs fall apart


Lingchi —delayed death

For I am at your mercy.
english translation - my executioner

— The End —