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My blood has no taste
Unless served on a steel plate  
Sharp enough to chisel fine words
Bringing primal color to this dinner
 
Paper on a platter
I consume to later vomit
Acids merged with indigestible flavors  
Sick poems no one desires
 
These cravings feel like love
Fleshly layers bear resemblance
To each bite  
I take out of my so called life
Written by thoughtsdie
Published | Edited 27th Feb 2024
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