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More Skin to Taste

more skin to taste

I will have more skin to taste,
but under the nails remains your winter,
the stale rusty flesh standing
in my mind like a white simulacrum
of passion never solved.

I would make a cross with my bones
to let you pray a desire
and then I would  decide
if to pardon you  with the only one word still virgin.

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