Kiss me sweet samael,
your words, your mince meat tongue,
you taste of clovers, spice,
and copper stained cigars.
Have you been mixing fun
with business endeavors?
Smiling through rotted shale,
you reveal your timely fun,
enough blood to entice,
your appetite unmarred.
One quick fix for true peace;
pores won't mend from this pain.
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