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She knew I was gonna do that
She knew about the pain
but she didn’t say a word:
to pray would have been vain

Deep desire
Hands on her chest
I start to kiss her lips,
then to eat her flesh

Blood sweeter than caramel
Skin softer than bread
Hair embracing my teeth
Screams coming from hell

Then I understood
what I wanted her to be:

a part of me.