my peers
drink
their own blood
they cut their lips
on steel bottles
soak it in
leave themselves
at the doorstep
carving an image of
everyone else
into brains of
ones they love
heresy is a wide
definition these days
it can come from anything
anything
i'm not saying
i know why they
drink themselves
diluted with lemon water
i'm just saying i kind of
want that too.
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flecks of charisma
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