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Heal my wounds
I pull the black dagger
From my heart
The weight of my armour
Now a fluid mercury
Not a poison to me
A release
I steep to one knee
Chest free
A pour of soft gold down your slender arm
Sheds the silver mercury away
Fills the wound that I
Cast upon myself
Your fingers brush me
As though they are lillies in my garden of Eden
Lustful inhale of...
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