Arid

eat my heart out

I don’t have

IT –

that

tonic,

balm,

elixir

 

your gaping

maw

would drink

in

long gulps

 

violent

starveling

kisses –

promising

depletion

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One comment

  1. Ah. A Saturday dusk delight, Morts. *Raises goblet*

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