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my bloody valentine

Poetry By: firephoenix
Literary fiction


irony, love, loss


Submitted:Feb 14, 2010    Reads: 65    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


please fair doctor

give me your scalple

for my heart is ready.

give my soul

to the one

I love

For my wisp

is a shipwrecked

relationship.

taste my need

for her hot breath

when her heart is numb

what have we become.

Herr tongue is a shadow

her soul

is a black hole

swallowing me hole

oh night endless night

shine knife edge bright

consume me

so our love

can consume each other.

please fair doctor

give me your scalple

for my heart is ready.





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