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Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
Hot surge
In our bellies
we dipped from  
cherried shores

Tongues raw
from the singe
of hunger

We paused between
each satiated strum

Our sighs melted
between each breath

We bit into the
veins of
Our longing
And died
dripping from
our mouths
Vampirey-ish, I guess.

— The End —