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the red regret of Thomas
the red regret of Thomas
my fingers drip crimson apologies
but now it’s far too late
I wanted to feel the red in you
to let the steaming coils
wrap themselves around my disbelief
so when you offered your wounds
I was cautious at first
but needed to satisfy fears
apprehension turned
to blood lust
even as the sticky mess of truth
congealed upon my skin
tears dribbled down my ...
Monday 24th March 2014 6:48 pm
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