The drop.
A calculated risk,
my never ending
pool of sweet destruction.

But back through
ages, and eons,
far from home;
where demons lie
in sheltered caves,
burning their fires
and their flames.

Where you are caged.

Leaving only dependency
on some otherwise extinguished flame.

Drop your curtain,
Love,
reveal to me your everything.

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