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Blood Knot
I got a taste for blood last night.
It wasn’t yours,
It wasn’t his,
It wasn’t hers,
No.
I got a taste for blood last night and it was my own.
Sometimes I consider draining myself dry,
Sucking myself into sand
Come, watch me crumble.
I got a taste for the blood which runs
From my lips.
But nobody ever described self destruction like this,
I never considered I mig...
Thursday 11th February 2016 2:43 am

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