at night it spills undetected. the arms of the afflicted turn pale.
by me it was inflicted. by dawn, circulated.
Are there enough bandages to disguise all my sins?
Will the light wane in my favor?
I said I just need to get home and exsanguinate in the company of no one.
I said this is mine and no one needs to know.
Pickup Artist
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