Poem # 12
The taste of blood is sweet upon my lips, here now with this deadly kiss. I shall stand before you , my arms out bare. You can take me as your share. Cutting the silence like a knife, of ones solitude . Though I am here , I'm not in the mood. Asking for forgiveness , as I leave you.
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