Eat

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Let me jump into your eye

I want to drink your abyss

Don't give me something to satisfy

I'll take your poisoned kiss

Scar me, show me what you're made of

Let your fears fall upon my tongue

A bath of sweet cyanide for your wicked dove

And the serpent that you stung

I'll lick the salt on your cheek

And the blood in your wound

Tell me what it's like to be weak

And I'll take us past what they deem doomed

Go on and spit your venom

I'll swallow you like chocolate

They might condemn us as gruesome

I'll say you taste good, raw and desolate.

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