Smelling
Something red
Remember,
You,
Shed blood for me
Crying out from our corpse
“You bloody”...
Taste for your blood
Had never been in me
Still smelling
Something red
Waiting for the winter
Again
To Gasp
Oh...my blood and my flesh
My odour...my sweat
The day
Gasping somewhere
Night
Eyes full of tears
The same street
The same day
Ants
Blood...blackish...
Stains forever
A glance... once...at least
A cursed soul and a blessed heart
Kissed and liberated
Their desires
Departed for heaven
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