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Oct 2017
I'll **** the venom from the fang marks
buried deep in your palm
wipe the blood from my mouth,
thick red words coat my tongue
I can't blame you for the claws
that slice into my flesh,
for their appendages grow
from my own betraying hands
that skewer the pulsing,
pumping organs
burrowed beneath my skin
as I cry to the rhythm
of my own heart bleeding out
*end me now
kaycog
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kaycog  26/F
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