dwindling hopes
fall from their eyes
in vain they try
to lick my heart
they cant get past my tonsils
remorseless
i refuse their offerings
like god told cain
thats not what i want
bodies known
possessed
discarded
i walk away
their eyes pleading
bleeding
not that i didnt care
just didnt care enough
the goo of unfamiliar cunt
fruit unsatisfying
eyes coated in liquor
words inspired by liquor
the stew of nocturnal magic
the band aids of the lonely
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