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January 19, 2011
gorge
To give you what is left of this carcass,
come, come at midnight, follow the moon
and find me by the river where the dark edges
of the woods succumbs to moonlight
and the blood traces down,
find me buried in the soft soil
find me unravelled, left and done
I 'll be yours, of all I got
flesh, skin and bones
gorge on me
to sustain your hunger
your thirst, gorge on me
Posted by Idinraha at January 19, 2011 11:40 AM