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Pupils

Your pupils

Still dilate

At the sight of me

I move in 

Your veins

Like a drug

I’m your monster

Your thug

Your magician

Your knight

In patchwork armour

The sweet curve of

Your smile

The shimmer of

Light on water

Still,

I yearn to 

Test it’s

Power

Of surrender

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