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Blood's Nectar
Cold as the dowager's womb
planting thee in the trough
of this old oaken coffin
bound by nails
darker than the nuptial bed
in lust, we wed as one
hoping the living will not resent
the rapture for the undead
dripping blood's nectar
bound by nails
planting thee in the trough
of this old oaken coffin
bound by nails
darker than the nuptial bed
in lust, we wed as one
hoping the living will not resent
the rapture for the undead
dripping blood's nectar
bound by nails
Published 1st Dec 2021
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