Now that we have stolen each other's flesh,
we approach
and crawl through
our paths of darkness.
He is here, and I crave him,
and I cannot release
my grasp
nor stall my burning
organic engines.
For too long, foolishly,
trying to make a
mate
out of a
friend
makes much more sense
to demand
friendship
of a mate.
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