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Silence—I don’t want to hear your shit.
Patience—just wait a little bit.
Don’t cry—your tears mean nothing.
Help me—I’m looking for something.
Bleeding—I sink my teeth in.
Divine—my love of your crimson.
Nectar—it courses through me.
Your blood—it’s like ecstasy.
Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with calm leaves, she stands
Who gathers all things mortal
With cold immortal hands
Holding on to you was like holding on to nothing