Infected and affected by
your words, I
jam them into my wide mouth.
I would suck at your whispering brain
and lick your soft fingertips
for residual rhymes,
or a little lingering stardust.
Alas, empty skulls gather
and still,
I am not sated.
Contagious Cannibal
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