There exists
within the pain
a dark humor
with sharpen'd teeth of splintered glass

My lover's licks
drew heart's blood out
husked my soul
kicked my ass

Those gory wounds
from my sweet
kiss'd with razored tongue
I mow the grass

Grimace to grin
my heartache eased
my heart returned
to joyous mass.

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