"I bit them in a thousand places,
Felt their facets, saw their faces,
Young and fair, their ruby faucets
Spilling blood toward my tongue.
Hot and glowing, a candle drips
Into my vision, flames all-knowing.
The brightness rips my lusting eyes
Away from liquid, life a-flowing."
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Poetry/ArtBook, (Because Everyone Has One.)
PoetryReal quick thing to organize and show off my poetry. It's motivation to get this crap off my phone, which I really need to do. The cover photo was reposted by someone on Instagram who didn't give credit to the original creator. If you know who it wa...
