And here’s to me,
For everything to be,
Slither to the closest chair,
And tousle with my hair,
Sink your venom in my neck,
And promise not to tell,
Cackle in your raucous tone,
And never take me home,
Clean the blood leaking from my mind,
And grate the pestilence of my skin,
Scratch the walls to make me quiver,
And I will be the utmost giver.
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