Sucubus

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You sucked me dry delta mouth open as identical space, as elbows cracked and bleeding from the corners Bloody phantoms - meanings outside of my body moving without thought or reason, seizing from the delta loneliness. With a history of names - I am I again shackles burned - ethereal laser beams Holy ghost, no...know lightness where it hangs. Now guts shine above dripping wax souls in relief of love, of loving pressure for means. Pero mi amore, mi fume es morte And doesn't breath, and cannot choke the clear breeze faded...like my fingerprints on a Formica counter-top where nothing is but has been warm to touch and so I will continue to touch - but not which has been touched before.