Devour my flesh and feast upon its clout,
Slit my soul and warm my tears of sheer sleet.
Have the fine cadaver I leave…
My blood, my spirit you can have it.
Cry not for me
Never shade cherry tears for what you've done.
Promise to keep my soul safe
Inside yourself when you partake of me,
Drink well the rinse runny that pours
From my veins of love.
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