My dark friend
I can taste the victory, you're naked on my bed, open throat.
You contaminate my sheets with your thick blood, but I guess it's a small price I have to pay for my triumph.
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Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoetryMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
My crime
My dark friend
I can taste the victory, you're naked on my bed, open throat.
You contaminate my sheets with your thick blood, but I guess it's a small price I have to pay for my triumph.
