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Sep 2014
i want to eat you alive*
you say it so soft it's like a whispered prayer
i would let you
you can break my skin with your teeth
(partake of the flesh)
you can drain the color from my veins
(partake of the blood)
so long as you keep the faith
in your new-found religion
aesthetic
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