on mars

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i am a masochist for
our shattering hips,
and grinding teeth

you eat away at my heart
as canine teeth on meat

you sink your fangs
into my veins

you lick my wounds,
and then i assume,
you acquired a taste
only for my fate

kinky, i thought
you tie my bare body
into red strings,

and as we fuck,
i look out the window,
the moon shines,
and the stars finally align

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