the interval

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my veins are tangling

a fountain of blood

splatter of red, splutter of words

darling,

you're just standing


my skin is blackening

a web of venom

a lace of black, race of poison

darling,

you're just staring


my heart is slowing

a gash of honey

flow of peach, blow of lullabies

darling,

you're just smiling

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