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Spill blood
for what, for whom, I ask?
Spill my heart of it all
for a simple life.

I wish,
with the man of my want, I will,
unravel his secret smiles and shrugs.
How beautiful are his kept lies.

When he charms me
will he be in me, on me
heating my lap where he paws me.
What heaven is he.