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Rivulet Fever

Dig at the scab
Watch the blood
Readied in its chamber
Spilling out
Red-hot bullets

Beauty soft and sharp
Needle-edged kiss
We show our fangs
Weak-kneed by blood lust
You tear into me

A hunger lost
In the dizzying pollen
The oils of your skin
A sweet honey
You cave to the taste

While I become alone again
Drowning in the effervescent musk
Twilight lost in the bleeding dusk
I've lost the metaphor,
The melody
Carries on.

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