there was something wilder
in the way you looked at me
so when you called i came to you
my jaws open, my teeth bared
like savage poetry waiting to be written
with a taste for blood in my mouth
like iron and rust
a sacrifice to our new religion
of surrender and trust
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this is beautiful!