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Erali Pisce
Poems
Sep 2019
Blood Run Red
He was cold,
and my blood was warm.
I was his first **** after a long winter.
He had my body pinned,
down in the snow bed,
and this was the end for me.
I would be his feast,
and no one else would ever have me.
#love
#wanting
#darkness
#winter
#****
#hunting
#feast
#fear
#end
#mine
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Erali Pisce
Houston
(Houston)
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