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Jan 2013
the women
come to **** me
softly
slowly
how are they
so beautiful?
it wouldn't
be an
unwelcome
death
and they try
try and try
but i've
been dead
for too long
to be killed
again
sharp smiles
and tongues
caressing hands
clench to fists
they are here
for blood
and they know it
for my soul
for my love
and anything else
they can grab
go ahead
take what you need
i've been
numb too
long to feel it
again
Written by
Craig Verlin  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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