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You promise love;
What you give is pleasure, sweet pleasure,
Unbounded but momentary.
Not so the guilt,
Focused and unending.
Your love is the love of the hunt;
You will not let me be.My
passion burns for you with fear;
You accept me with tenderness,
And destroy me without mercy.
Your love is the love of the kill;
You will not let me survive.
Rick
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