Bright Red Love

blood's like candy
on your lips
like chocolate fire
sticky fingertips
like happy smiles
of painted red
and perfect wounds
in gun-shot heads
gather 'round, ladies
got a puzzle for you
here's an arm, a leg -
you can tell by the shoe
peanut butter
jelly smelly
feet sandwich
mm, tastes like candy
on your lips
like bright red love
and deathly eclipse

The End

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