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Desire

Blood flows softly
to the ground,
from the freshly
torn mound.
What once was human
lays in a heap,
like so much ripped
and shredded meat.
All that's lift it
the funeral pyre.
All that's lift me
is sated desire.

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  • blank1 silver member
    November 10

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    wow bro,this is amazing,i love the darkness and the imagery