Part flesh
Part shadow
souls sing and your pale eyes
stare out from nighttime memories.

The slope of your sorrow
matches the curve of your tear
I kiss my way down to your sadness
lick your wounds.

Your blood is mine
broken bottles
broken words
I reach past your scars

and cling.

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My Subliminal Guide To Insanity