Cold Embrace

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magnetized
eyes
calling out to me,
sweet and soft
with the edge of a blade.

you entrusted me with it,
your immortality,
and I slayed it with
my Renaissance tongue.

blood pours
over pale skin,
down the column of the throat,
and into yours.

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