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Cold Is The Heart
Cannibalizing the darkness
with embryos of night
cold is the heart
in my poetic copulation
grazing your cheek
as your taunting
leaves me haunting
in the ecstasy of your quacker
neath the folds of your vagina
cannibalizing the darkness
with ink and quill of mange
as if a rabid raven
with embryos of night
cold is the heart
in my poetic copulation
grazing your cheek
as your taunting
leaves me haunting
in the ecstasy of your quacker
neath the folds of your vagina
cannibalizing the darkness
with ink and quill of mange
as if a rabid raven
Published 28th May 2022
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