Chase Me
Thin nips at the heels of my feet,
like a biting frost
coming from somewhere where the wind blows cold.
Her chiding voice coos in my ear,
trying to seduce my unsteady mind
into her soul stealing ways.
I struggle,
I kick. For I don't want
to care.
But she knows, sooner or later,
my self image will be in her clutches.
like a biting frost
coming from somewhere where the wind blows cold.
Her chiding voice coos in my ear,
trying to seduce my unsteady mind
into her soul stealing ways.
I struggle,
I kick. For I don't want
to care.
But she knows, sooner or later,
my self image will be in her clutches.
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