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Doe Dec 14
My desire-
No, my compulsion to consume cannot be for those who cannot care
Its all for my dear
Its she who captures me
And its she who cannot control me

To show that im capable of caring
Ill ask of her to show her cartilage
And captivate me with a cup of calcium

With caring words
Ill ask my dear
Wont you make a mess of my clavicle
Capture my cerebellum in a cage of your cardiac muscle
Smash my cranium into the clutter of your capillaries
My cigarettes tossed in your your carpel tunnel

Cannibalism is my confessionalism
And i must confess, my dear
I dream of your canines in my cervical spine
This curse i carry will consume me whole
But for you, my dear
Ill make it a personal show
Google clutched me so hard for this

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