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Dec 2011
bones aflame.
His tight skeleton grip
clashed harsh with my skin
His digits lashed for my soul
but I kept it within

Death is vigilant
and consumed by desire
He longed for my bones—
I let them on fire
Talon
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Talon  Denver
(Denver)   
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