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These are the things I know.

Before you go

Before you go I must:

Guzzle the poison in your kisses.

Permit the penetration of vein-shafts
that sheathe my bloody liquor.
(Inseminating toxins
in each exchange of spittle.)

Let venom-laced lips infect me,
fix one final kiss on my face.
(Your glands release their load
into my gaping maw.)

Allow kisses, like rain on rock,
to eat at my facade.
(Exposing me to microbes in your drool.
I perish in your saliva pool.)

Beg you don't abandon me,
I crave your malignancy.
(My bottle of booze, darling nicotine,
I need your canker drug.)

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