*shiver*

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Poem by: Havok

Genre: Poetry

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Poem by: Havok

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Genre: Poetry

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Submitted: February 03, 2013

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it's a feeling that sings through me

it rushes and it dives

through my heart and through my lungs and through my thighs

it burns and bleeds bright liquid red

it makes me feel alive

press your sharp edges to me

give me the knife

cold steel on warm skin

it's a taboo union

but it makes me tingle

so will you take the blade

if I entrust you my body

will you put the point to my flesh

even though you love me

if you would make me your canvas

I would breathless wear your art

 


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