i know your moves, and you, mine:
pawn slide onto e3
who next could i ever call daddy?
to whom could i offer this throat
let alone such a tendered rare heart?
your face, worth shattering in narcissis' mirror,
who else could call you beautiful
to spite your glowing crown
and the flowers from which receding?
i was bred to lick clean your wounds self-inflicted in vain
you are wolf
like i am wolf
though you seek the title "lone"
while the pack still thrives--
the hunger doesn't die
as i am still waiting
for you to eat first.
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