last goodbye

sponge worms wash in passionate drip
swivel neck and clutch at hip
buried faces in desperate grip
petal eyelids wrinkle and flit
like a moth on a candle lit
familiar perfume of nicotine stink
furitive saliva sauce slink
bass of blood pour and then drink
never mind that its a spit sink
careful bites edge on emotional brink
too late tears paint every eye blink

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