I want you to bleed
Love for me in your eyes
Bruised, non-lesser prize.
Your following feet
Timid strides timid self
Hiding for my next shell
Venom is my tongue's feat,
You're even afraid to catch
Your fall or to hatch
A plan to flee
Before your tiny world burns
At the stake of my devil's turn.
- mrdes, 3 Aug 2012
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