Thunderous poison
thou art aphrodisiac
thou art solemn
a riddler of twisting bones
lifelines crackle
like veins postponing
blood flow
exploding
blood colours
It is fate
breathe on the tip
It is fate
breathe on the tip
grow more expressive
intensive love
made for machinistic sex
bled for regretful after taste
Mirth is boiled raw
you are but a poison synthesized as skin
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