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Dec 2015
Break my knees, claim your worship.

Your cup runneth over my bowed brow,
only rising towards thine countenance.

Paint your lips with my blood:
(ne'er-do-well my flesh)
kiss me into immortality.

Do all these things in mastery of me.
Laughing Wolf
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