It’s midnight my Dear
and we feel alive.
Let’s face the north
and have a deep, profound kiss.
Minutes later…
your lips are bleeding.
Watch the blood drip,
drip,
drip
on the floor.
It creates a puddle.
Let’s walk away.
We’ve made our sacrifice
to the Gods.
They must accept it
and bless our love,
bless you,
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