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A prose poem by

Nights Grace

Submitted Nov 9, 2008, 8:42:48 PM

A passionate deviation from trust

Passion. Clashing with guilt, remorse, hunger.
Desire. I want you. My core erupts, I feel older, younger.
Apprehension. Taken over by instinct, all choices are gone.
I lust for your body, your mind, your soul.
Shadows dance, hours pass. I dont feel alone, together were whole.
Second thoughts become third, fourth...forgotten.


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Commented Nov 30, 2022, 11:27:30 PM
Well, it is very short. However, it seems as if it begging to make it longer. Why not do so?

You have some mixed tenses in here. You need to clean that up. On the plus, very good imagery.