BLOODWORK
You fill
the map
of my body
with dreams
and desires
Reaching
farther than
fingertips
and thoughts
allow
But the taste
of revenge
falls feathery
on my palette
Then burning
boiling
at the thought
of what you've
wrought
The status quo
is impossible
there is
bloodwork
to be done
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21 April 2018
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Honestly,
Doghaus
