Cold Lover
I am almost always near,
panting out of reach,
you're always the rock in the distance,
somewhere far away in another serene distance as a missionary priest denying rape,
Something hard to enjoy in the company with,
When on other times,
Ten times tenfolds I raced with the devil and won the contest,
hard to know I didn't exist until now.
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