His hands
always
pulls me in,
even though I want to escape.
His eyes
sometimes
fills me up,
though they show me what will be left.
Embers and coal
oh, forbidden love.
Drink me up,
I’m willing to be poison.
Oh, just for one night,
hans and eyes,
always and sometimes.

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