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Nov 2020
Blood has been on your lips this night
But I will kiss them anyways.
Smooth and rich,
intoxicating
Life drips through your calloused fingers.

Expensive taste, expensive heart
Your words become holy
Mine, mine, always mine.
But always you run free.
Anyone, but me.
Yes this is absolutely a Hannibal TV Series fan poem
Bleurose
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Bleurose  27/Agender
(27/Agender)   
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     Glassmuncher and Martin Bond
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