Blood is the choice ink
For hearts bitterly compressed
A vital letting
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These words are my flesh
The composition of self
Stark in monochrome
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My bones are brittle
The marrow siphoned through an
Esurient pen
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Pain foreshadows birth
Genius craves anathema
The slander of id
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Hands weave affection
Into rapacious membranes
Stories snared in flesh
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