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blood like cherries

let it drip, down my lips, as if i will never taste you again; opening a wound and healing yours, you watch as i'm bleeding out like a candle.
you're feeding off the blood from a cut you invented; let it drip down my lips as if i will never taste you again.
a drop on your tongue; a taste so familiar.
blood like cherries.

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