Written by Ye Olde Scribe

She was his “salvation”
Or so he believed
He was her opportunity
To use the love of another
A craven need
To watch someone else bleed
While claiming with a sad inflection
To be starving for affection

The more distant he was
“Come closer,” she’d say
The closer he got
The further she pulled away
Til one day
He told her
She was just
Oasis of time
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