Eat my heart
And all its trappings
Take it while it still beats.
Eat.
Within its chords are our days,
Each more fleeting than the last.
Feast on my life
Savour its colour as it touches your tongue
I give it to you willingly
Consume me.
I hunger to be eaten.
And when you pop the last gristle
Between your teeth,
Be satisfied
How true I tasted!
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