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fortunate

Posted to Action Poetry




The pieces fall in place,
Like a puzzle.
The murders are resolved,
I did it.
I killed him, I surrender.
The beast arose in me,
it was night, a hungry, black, night
My body grew ferocios, teeth yearned blood
The feel of another inside of you
the stream of life,
The feel of passion, of struggle,
Love
Fortunatly, you were there too.