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Apr 10
my lizard skin, cold as death
reaches out to claim your heat
to hold you in my clawed hand
and bite deep into your life.
To howl in the mountains
and groan in childbirth
to wipe my mouth of blood
while picking you out of my teeth.
Written by
nivek
15
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