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Oct 2015
This blood is poison.
It flows and races,
And kills without malice.
I am not the victim
It is not my heart it attacks,
For my heart is too black.
Too poisonous in itself.
No, this blood will poison you
My love
Should you touch my heart
Feel my passion,
My pleasure,
My pain
This poison in my veins will **** you
And blacken
Your beautiful heart
Perhaps one of the most self-destructive thoughts I have every 5 minutes...
Written by
Rhys Joseph  Cape Town, South Africa
(Cape Town, South Africa)   
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