Dark limerence,
she thought it not,
a lustful muse,
an artist sought
What happens then,
she’s not to blame,
her dark passenger
feels the same
For art she sits,
once taken in,
the other paints
in scarlet sin
One a killer,
one lets her kill,
leaving naught
but painter still
Lone seductress,
cleaved discrete,
each encounter,
e’er complete
Who’s the artist,
who’s the muse,
they leave together
so needn’t choose
*apologies, I still have Ophilia on the brain
art: What I’ve Tasted by Elly Smallwood
Also quizzical! =D
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Also how so
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*dies* this was gorgeous
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Thank you (:
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😁
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Very nice!! Great job.
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Thanks so much
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