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Hollow
Go on, caress my skin.
And feel that I am warm...
Or breathe the air about me...
Smelling sweet perfume ...
Perhaps taste these lips...
To feel the softness in my kiss.
Do you want me?
Such a brilliant prise...
Sought after by so many...
A Dark Petaled Rose...
So full of hidden Thorns...
You'll only bleed touching me.
But I'm the grand dream!
The great tragic illusion...
Who's lovely face is a masque...
And who's beautiful body is a shell...
An empty thing with no soul...
Why can't you tell I'm hollow?
