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I'll mention this,
so you can get off-
my back.
I watched you-
bleed,
with all that you lack.

Your veins were red,
Now we sit here-
sober.
You invite me-
in,
I thought it was over.

We turned around,
hiding our-
faces.
Standing in-
place,
while my breath races.

I can't stand up,
I go down-
on you.
I love your-
taste,
nothing left to do

I'll just sit here,
with a clean cut-
cough.
The way you-
crawl,
just gets me off.

My eyes were closed,
your face was-
blurred.
Now use your-
mouth,
don't say a word.

I'll catch your fall,
with bad inent-
ions.
Then I'll pick-
you up,
with contravention.

And once you came,
it was good-
bye.
And the I-
fell,
and you watched me die.