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Heal my wounds

I pull the black dagger

From my heart

The weight of my armour

Now a fluid mercury 

Not a poison to me 

A release 

 

I steep to one knee

Chest free

A pour of soft gold down your slender arm

Sheds the silver mercury away 

Fills the wound that I 

Cast upon myself 

 

Your fingers brush me

As though they are lillies in my garden of Eden 

Lustful inhale of...

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