love poetry
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Drip, drip, drip, you hold the bowl above my bowed head, catching droplets of snake’s milk. Deep, I am bound, by the entrails of the child I was, and you stand above, catching each drop. But a time comes, when I must face the venom, and give your hands a moment to rest. I will
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Under the light of the Blood Worm Moon, I swore a secret to myself. Forever, I would cherish you. With my Gods at my sides, to guide me when darkness comes, I endeavor to be the light that continues to brighten your life, as you brighten mine, dearest of my heart.
Little Rabbit's Glen 