The sharp metallic bloody taste
Of this inevitable foregone conclusion
Like so much fruit lay waste on the
Late fall ground
In the secluded seamy underside
Of my often so cavalier exhibition
Like pale white flesh flush with
bruised red welts
Murky in this always ending
Of our delicious dark stain
Like the dregs of chocolate
Left behind
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