Satisfied
My spirit has spit fire
I lust for blood
that is why I
kill you with kindness
upon my glance
and at the first chance, I'm
quick on the draw
Silently I grit my teelth, and bite my tongue
bittersweet victory has calmed the red
as it seeps into my pores like sunshine
and runs tghrough my viens at a lightning spped,
and I am satisfied.
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