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Quixotic

A Strange Day.

Silent and servile at being painted grey.
Cares not for You, or My feeling blue.
Being hurt itself.

Nothing seems right.

You taste different.
Let me close my eyes.
Imagination...a fool's paradise.
I bite into your lips to hear you make it real.
Scream for me. 
Is it your blood I taste? 
Or your venom.

With a soft tender loving kiss I apologize.
I taste blood, my own.

My reasons were honest.
You kissed me for revenge.
Now we both bleed in pain.

Look at you!
The most beautiful girl in the World.
Am so alive. This, is so real.

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