The desiccated body yearns for a potent elixir
Tag: Poem
Struggling to breathe through self-imposed restraints
To the darkness I would have never turned, if it had not been for such a crime unjust, though you grow within a home unearned, what shall you do when I am dust? On my vital essence you feast and dine, growing round and plump with your greedy lust, bathing yourself in my heart’s red wine, on
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