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Soon there will be nothing left of me

Just a whisper of what used to be

I'm nothing but a dry shell

That's forever under your spell

You are all I desire

I'm consumed in your fire

On you I will sup

Drink, for you are my cup

And I will empty you

This is what I've turned into

A creature heretofore unknown

Subsisting on you alone

Inhaling the quintessence

Of your very essence

Until we are no longer two

But one made anew