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Jan 13, 2015 09:46

A feral taste for blood
And recombinant, predatory eyes
Vascular muscles heave
Traipse, traipse, traipsing across leaves
And limbs and loins
Victory,
The flesh of the favored
Savored, sanguine
Fallen from empyrean heights:
You made your way to sink your teeth in
Not to whet your appetite.

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