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Like Butter

God,
It was a clash,
Downright cataclysmic.

The tension was a drug,
And I was so addicted.

He was fire in my veins,
He set me alight,
He made me scarlet.

To him,
I was sacred,
And so he made me velvet.

He was magic on my skin,
We were aflame,
And so I melted.

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